Devious black-market barnacle Bacteria, Who even invited you to the party?                                      You think…

I bought these wooden roses from a man  sitting behind a plastic table outside of a gas station. He asked me how many and I peered at the hastily made flowers. I think of you. The hamilton in my hand shakes as I say, “Whatever this will get me.” Only, I know it will never…

I once saw a lighting bug,  I caught it in my hand. The air was warm and thick and muggy, and I treasured my tiny lampstand. Frail and small, antennae twitching  that bug and I met seven years ago, and yet;  the memory lives so clear and bright that I feel my mind is glitching. …

In the grand scheme of things, five thousand isn’t a big number I always saw you on bikes growing up Wondering when it would be my turn You told me you would teach me one day I imagine you in your boots, muscle shirt, and shorts You never did wear what you were supposed to …

Mother It’s an anger that started young in my years. I felt it in the lack of praise. In the hugs and kisses never gave. I felt it the strongest at seventeen When I felt everything Biography: Mother reflects my lingering anger and emotional wounds from childhood. The frustration between my mother and me has…

I still remember the daze It all felt like a haze… Crisp morning air That took my breath away Beautiful rays, Drawing attention to the beauty in the world Through every inhalation the smell of freshly cut grass, The mesmerizing array of colors stopped the bees in their tracks Birds sang until the phone rang…

A sleepless night A moon meshing with the sun Two merging into one A double vision Two different facades One insulting me and calling me names The other one holding my hand and telling me i’ll be okay The two figures staring back at me with four eyes When I see them they look so…

Your teary eyed Eyes twinkle in the starriest night You empathize Because I knew you were right Emotional lacks self control Feels like spiraling Going down rabbit holes Finding little things is inspiring A brain full of thoughts Scattered among one  puzzle piece Allowing new lessons taught Tearing off thread from your fleece Your desensitized…

Look at these words,with each their own sound,this and that and beep and boop. Can’t you hear?Can’t you hear? Look at their placement,all scattered about,exactly where they should be. Can’t you see?Can’t you see? Look at you will you,fingers tracing lines,sounding everything out loud. Can’t you read?Can’t you read?

Find yourself a rhythm, find yourself a storied line. Dress it up all fancy and nice, lose yourself in all it holds. Dance about the twisting columns of description and of rhyme. Race from end to end and read it all again. Now tell me what you’ve found. Tell me all the little things and…

I chase fading rainbows in the night, Grasping fantasies with desperate might. With each turn, a realm of make-believe, where shadows twist, and I deceive. Lost in my dreams, Where laughter fades to silent streams. with a heart weighed down, I search for a way, In this haunting, delusional display. Through fractured glass, I seek…

A cold and slippery morning. The sun is still sleeping. Frozen fingers and frozen toes. Mittens, hats, jackets, scarves dance in white, Flickering forward and back, behind and in front of trees. Occasionally, one disappears. A long line and then an even longer lift. The chair is filled with chatter, Carried away by the cold….

i do not cry because i want to die but because i’m afraid you will lie or perhaps i’m more afraid you won’t so confess i don’t instead i cry and my soul lets out a sigh i fear you will never love me i fear that i won’t be ever be enough to be…

I dreamed of youa few days lateras I slept in the room next to yours. You did not know you had diedand I thought that maybethey had made a mistake. You were just asleepand you would be okaybut then I remembered as they took you away. I tried to make up for all the ways that I…

The Mist Betwixt the Stars Have you ere gazed out, At the mist betwixt the stars? The sickly band stretched ‘cross the heavens With its alabaster glow? Have you ere listened, To the bullfrogs belted bars? A croaking chorus calling out, From their tannic water holes. Has your skin been touched; By the crisp September…

The forests of tomorrow will be metal spires With no sticks, leaves, or colors Who lick the clouds and pierce the sky Yesterday’s trees, mere antiquity Rivers will not run with water, And will not flow or move And will be weaved of blackened stone And will bake under the heat of the sun Man…

The hordes approaching from the west. The White Defenders stand the line. Teeth gnashing tearing flesh, The Whiteguard mustn’t fail Rage against the Latrans host, The White Defenders stand the line. Defend the land whatever the cost. The Whiteguard mustn’t fall. Malady o’ertakes all but one, The last Defender stands alone. His white cloak bathed…

Tense in the darkness, Shivers shooting down my spine. Echoes screaming in my brain, “Release me.” The shouts overlapping, Increasing in volume. |Fingers fidgeting for anything, To punch, to scream, to feel. I need release. I need to feel anything but empty. I need to gain control. I pick up the pen, Heart rate rising…

Cold plunge all around, Fighting to get to the surface But chained to an anchor Pulling me deeper into the abyss, Flailing to break free But failing inevitably, Can’t scream, Can’t talk, Can’t breathe… Chest restricted Suffocating… The weight unbearable And my body stilled, Flowing with the current But never far from the sinking anchor,…

Raise a paper sword, See what it wants to defend, Oh what will it do? It is flimsy, frail It can only do so much, Can it be so sharp? What will it cut, slice? This or that, what can it do? A plain paper cut… Or a great sever? So lay down the paper…

A deep and gentle groan that could easily be mistaken for a deep sea horror to the unfamiliar ear pushed its way through the dense silence. A haunting behemoth of shredded metal and mindless gray sea fauna began to emerge from the shroud of blue ahead of me. A hefty steel ship and her inhabitants…

I drove down over the bridge and brook that leads between the groves. That bridge has been there since my father ran the business and hasn’t required repair once. I’ve gone down this road enough times since who knows when I can no longer tell if all the bumps along the road have been evened…

You arrived at the apartment early and knocked on the door. The people who called you ‘friend’ welcomed you in. You sat at the counter and immediately asked to be given a hit. She complied and although suspicion flooded your system, you remained calm, smiling, talking. You keep the Pen in your hand. Another comes…