You may cut me out of your life
Sawing and slicing with firm fingers
Blood dripping from resentments bitter knife
But the memory of me still lingers

You’ve cut out the disease, the wart is gone
But this open wound still spills
Someway somehow, I will live on
The prophecy fulfills

Have you realized your mistake
Do you live to regret it
How much sorrow can you take
I forbid you to forget it

Was that a wart or just a mole
You didn’t care to check
Now the bleeding is out of control
Its pouring from your neck

See I’ve moved on to greater things
With that knife I was freed
Now I wonder what your future brings
As I sit and watch you bleed

Dementia
An illness without
reprieve, you died in the night,
such guilty relief

Hibiscus Tea
My hibiscus tea,
bitter as a cold shoulder
it beckons for me

Fall
Crisp air, fallen leaves
of crafty colors, pumpkin
patch, monster hunter

Arizona
Such soft sherbet skies
Beyond these hills and cacti
Stay for sunset… please

you shame me
for feeling uncomfortable
talking about my sexuality
like it’s my fault
society told me
to be ashamed
i love who i am
but i’m afraid to be it
can you blame me?
do you blame me?

These somber storms mirror my pain
The shadows, the cold, the rain
They make me ill
And I let them still
 
I wish them to stop
But when the rain drops
I simply just give in
Let the water drench my skin
 
My face to the sky
No tears left to dry
It feels all the same
As the endless pouring rain
 
So I accept my fate
Give in to the weight
Why would I even try
These clouds won’t just pass by
 
And though it’s twisted
My reasons are listed
If the misty skies
Don’t lead to my demise
 
That’ll be enough