boat floated thru the harbor alone
as boat did not need a band-aid

boat set sail for far away alone
for boat did not need a map

boat paddled thru the ocean alone
as boat did not need a helper

boat sunk into the sea alone
for boat had holes, and did not know where to go.

Head full of battling thoughts
A heart filled with terrible hate
It's impossible to see the better side
Of people who have hurt you once, and twice
And once again
You've reached the point
Of no return
And that heart demands revenge
It's a bitter, ****** pill to swallow
That your revenge makes you
A worse man
Than the tormentors
The battling thoughts
Fight their way to a decision
And disappoint the hatred of the vengeful heart
There will be no vengeance today
But in your dreams
Your ****** nightmares
They die at your hands
Again and again

Stones pierce the thin soles
of shoes too tight on feet
unknown to me
but attached just the same.
A black veil,
A long skirt,
A loose shirt—
all billow in the wind
that is screaming,
“Go back!—
Go back!—
Turn back!”

Beneath the moon's gentle glow love's tale unfolds,
A connection unspoken, a story yet untold.

No words to define, no boundries to bind, Just two souls hiding, Intertwined.

Navigation emotions, a dance in the dark, They explore uncharted territories, leaving a mark

Though the road has diverged, and we're apart
I'll cherish the love that once filled my heart.

i want to peel your skin back
and reveal your deepest sweetness.
to look at your veins
and memorize their paths.
maybe then i’d understand
why you are so rough on the outside.
it takes a lot of work,
digging your fingernails into the flesh,
pulling and pulling until you are bare.
but it is all worth it;
to visit your center,
to break past what conceals you,
and take you apart
slice by slice.

i'm sitting in a corner,
blue as a flower,
saying a prayer.

that room

I ve written
about that room, above the bar, often.
that there were shadows,
no windows,
but I really don't remember?
window, no window?

but whenever i tried to look up
there was the angry sky
chasing hope around narrow streets          

and those bits and ripples
of rain long asleep

casting shadows across
windows distant,
down my window pane.

do you ever think of me?

(written while sitting in a dark room
starring into a rain splashed window).

I missed that call.
And I knew
It was for the better.
You weren’t up
To anything good.
I knew
answering
wouldn’t lead me
to anything good.
And I wish It was
That thought—
the
Impeding,
rational force
The reason
for not
picking up,
But sweetheart,
honestly?
It was 3 am,
I was not that
mentally strong;
I just wasn’t
Awake.

Sundays are made for God and for poetry.
For they both can see us fully through.

My brain keeps rotting
But I just don’t care.
the longer I scroll
The more chances I get
Of catching a glimpse
Of your beautiful face