do you know what it feels like / to dream with such devotion / that it aches? / like a dull pang / paced by the clank / of your hope-clustered heart
All in Poetry
This Is My Letter To The World
You may judge tender of me. / Although if to consider the soil, in its bereft state - and poverty - / I could likely see / the judgement you are to make of me.
A Cure For Improvement
there are certain stones / that bleed. / no matter how solid, / with enough pressure / they seep their weakness; /because there is a violence / to the harsh winds of curiosity / that refuses derailment, / that latches without touch, / that slices without sight.
My Static Self by One of Earth’s Ends
Upon that mass that many took to further lands, / Carpe diem! Dawn at the estuary to feel the day rising: / My feet in tempered, soggy, slightly sinking sand left so by / Her big swallows lugging her lips close to her chest.
The Thespian
You swallow the light / A familiar feeling / Envelops you / A perfect stranger / How many times has it been / That you put on the face of / Someone you’re not / Hoping it will be different this time?
Vermin
I will love you into caskets / and weave you into baskets / To cradle all my peeling thoughts / Of wisdom words in clawed out hopes / Of hollowed hands dug into dirt / Of hallowed strands restored toward hurt
Aurora's Kingdom of Delirium
And soon was Aurora riddled and rooted, / with an affliction so sly, soft, and smoothed. / We sent our Aurora to the Kingdom of Delirium.
I don't think they heard you when you said you were free
It happened once in a dream;
I was chasing your tail lights
through the eye of the hurricane,
the radio played your favorite song as I lost control
Water Weight
I think of you
as the memory of our love
shatters like a ceramic plate, suddenly
In the Blue of Night We Embraced
It was on his lips and on my hips, / And I leaned in closer to inhale the / Magic-like, love-struck perfume that / He wore on his shoulder like a / Promise.