*Queen of illusion
Directs your curious gaze
To the looking glass*
Jun 3, 2017
Jun 3, 2017 at 7:55 PM UTC
*My current disposition is one of constant instability
An ever changing transfixion
A standstill metamorphosis
An unending sense of finality
How becoming of a lady
Teeming with life
Yet fixated on death*
Feb 11, 2017
Feb 11, 2017 at 5:58 PM UTC
I am so tired
Of staring listlessly at clock faces
Waiting to be hypnotized
Mesmerized into a lucid state of mind
To pass the time
I'm wasting today to fuel tomorrow
Running low on time borrowed,
Too little sleep,
And haphazard to-do lists
I can't seem to complete
I'd dream big but dreams are misleading
Fleeting scenes that keep repeating
One destroys
The other spares
What are daydreams to nightmares
Feb 1, 2017
Feb 1, 2017 at 9:51 PM UTC
*As this hole inside me grows
It swallows, blackens, deepens, numbs
Yet somehow remains the only thing
Left to comfort me
My hand in my own hand
I stand on these two calloused feet
Worn from the countless times
I have walked alone
No one is there to wipe my tears
Or whisper sweet ramblings of comfort
The echoes of their empathy
Vanish within the depths
This pit unnerves and dampens
Each time I think I've grown stronger
I only dig and descend deeper
Into singularity*
Jan 29, 2017
Jan 29, 2017 at 2:59 AM UTC
*I want to be enveloped by the silence that darkness solicits
For the dimming acts as a finger upon the lips
To quiet and linger in the space
Between what is and what isn't*
Jan 29, 2017
Jan 29, 2017 at 2:18 AM UTC
*Mother Earth inhales
Fills her lungs with slumbered sun
Exhales blossomed life*
Jun 20, 2016
Jun 20, 2016 at 7:22 PM UTC
"Happy Father's Day" is just another sentiment I've never bestowed in sincerity
To an absentee father who made me another statistic filed under "addict parents"
Carve another tick under the "single mothers" column
Can you tell which one is mine?
No child support
No birthday gifts
No Kodak moments
But plenty of drunken voicemails saying how you wish we were closer
To guilt me for the miles of repressed anger I placed between us
I will not bridge that gap nor forge a path between you and I
Because some bridges were meant to burn
And some hells were meant to freeze over
Jun 19, 2016
Jun 19, 2016 at 2:56 PM UTC
*Fear not he who bleeds the ink bone dry
From which to carve out our dear lord’s cry
Nor she who bears forth corpses of stone
Amassed in silence to reclaim his throne
Tell naught of his dreams that sing of sorrow
Its symphony beckoning us to follow
Nor tell tales echoed amidst black pitch
Coaxing the darkness to writhe and twitch
Keep hidden secrets of brimstone and ash
Daemons awaiting to gnaw and gnash
Keep hidden the key to the world’s iron braces
Those whom they fear must remain faceless
Sleep, my lamb, and dream ever sweetly
Fate’s threads stitch and bind completely
Dream of celestial tapestries divine
As they elegantly intertwine*
May 17, 2016
May 17, 2016 at 3:20 AM UTC
I saw you in my dreams last night
As your body laid there cold and quaking
The doctor robed in decrepit shadows
Whispered to me, “wishes do come true.”
Your hands were pale and fragile
Like a thousand crumpled paper cranes
A thousand torn up love letters
A thousand rewritten apologies
So I gently folded them into mine
Hoping to give them back their true form
Reshaping your joints to familiar angles
The ones my own hands knew best
I studied the rise and fall of your chest
Encumbered with each painful breath
Your body and soul danced with demise
To the sound of the monitor keeping time
Then a disembodied voice rattled my sanity
A forgotten melody that once haunted me
“I cheated death for far too long
to let you be the one that stops my heart’s beating”
I could not reply, lacking the proper answer
Overcome with remorse and eager to end the torment
I hurriedly traded heartbeats with you
And felt my pulse shudder and stammer
My new heart’s cadence slowed then ceased
Suddenly missing the rib caged rhythm
An epiphany of the words I desperately needed
Became perfect, cohesive, articulate, whole
But the room fell silent and my voice fell short
Only the sigh of my last breath lingered
And my unsung requiem remains
L’esprit de l’escalier
Jan 28, 2016
Jan 28, 2016 at 11:41 PM UTC
Doomsday approaches
Quick now, bury your loved ones
I'll see you in hell
Jan 27, 2016
Jan 27, 2016 at 1:19 AM UTC