and dance beneath the chickaree
for when it is all said in done
life has no guarantee.

I love you.
You are doing a good job.

white sheets hide children
war sounds muffled by laughter
street cats to chase after

love isn't red
it is white
blinding
birth, ******, and death
our vision
our life
memories spin back
your face shielded
protected by the light
eyes so blue, embalmed in time

your memory
hurts my heart
in slow motion.

I am not always weird,
sometimes I am sleeping.

hit me ******* broad side
falling apart on the inside
maybe im jekyl
maybe im hyde
maybe im not ******* alive

full stop.

i wouldn't offer you water in hell;
oh baby, not from the nearest well.

grey horse pulls worn red carriage,
velvet dressed; chipped paint
clatter of the harness
snow falls in lofty chunks
mixed with stormy undercurrents
oh, but the city is so quiet
darkness lands like a lullaby
carts that smell of butter and espresso leave
still but white sidewalks
glitter sits upon black iron lamp post
as even small critters find warmth
you are burrowed next to me
it is true that we do not live forever
but perhaps these moments
make us eternal

i want a love that grabs me like Clair de Lune;
oh dance with me beneath the moon
please sway away with me to the tune

Pause.
Take it in.
What does it feel like?

you're my signature tune
favorite phase of the moon
sweet tea in June
always gone too soon

Sometimes I like to calm the crazy by letting it all hang out.
My aura is a confetti pop.
Picking up the pieces gets a little hard sometimes.
So excuse my colorful mess of existentialism.

happiness feels toxic.

**** me with your words.

Take my mind to another dimension
Make me beg to be where your story begins,
and tease me with the ending.

Hold me close in the blue Bali waters,
and spoil me with sheets made of gold,
when we are under but cotton.

Let your lexicon ravage my mind,
for I do not kneel beneath a man unread,
A man whose mind has not left his own
A man that does not know that the devil is in the details
The sweet intricate details of a woman's mind.

in the end
you strip me
down to bare flesh;
fake smiles drop to
the floor next
to clothes
still warm

when the morning light hits
i take in the soul
of eyes that
tell me more
than your
lips ever
could.

Do not let people shroud your morality, for when your bones turn to dust only it remains.

you wear trauma like high fashion,
emotion laced in passion.

I could not even love  myself.

and if i fall
dont catch me
acting like you cared at all
blood on your hands, luminol

"at what point do you give up?"
"never."
"but why? how does it make any sense to continue to hurt?"
"because i have seen you in bliss. the kind where your heart races and i know for fact you feel alive. you recognize that it is all somehow worth it. even if just for a moment."

You lie
How you ****
Poorly, without passion.

The art of deceit
is within eyes that
tell only the shallowest of lies.

Between piths of grey
and dark harbor nights
God speed to those in your light.

i don't want to be a beautiful little fool
i want to chase the unknown.

and just like that
we were strangers.

Barcelona dreams
under Arizona beams
this city ain't big enough for the two of us.

I'm Bourbon Street
Locust night
Whiskey slow
Summer hot

And you Maiden Lane
History in your veins
Enough to satiate
Latin lips
That drip Spanish stanzas

and neither do i
think you're a tough guy
as the hackles on his back multiply
you can't look me in the ******* eye
oh you? i'd like to crucify.

i am home sick for a place that doesn't exist
no tea kettle upon a well loved stove
nor honey suckle on the old gate
only silence lingers- a thick fog now
and my visitors are far and few
guess withered hands don't write like they used to

If trust is for the naive
yet faith is for the wise
then who's the one to tell her
the worlds full of lies

We break bread
with those who are not right in the head
so that instead
we are not left for dead.

poetry
fills in
the gaps
of my
soul.

I know that the light dims,
and I need not your confirmation.

Oh baby girl,
I know you are at your breaking point.

When the world shatters at your feet
and agony vacillates the fear in your eyes
just let me hold you.

The Devil works for the government.
Shocking.


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passion ripples through her veins
but shes constantly running from its pain
perhaps that's why April brings the rain

"ain't it funny how life works?" he said.

"nine to five, the radio hums the same song
you pass the same man, the same sign

'anything helps'

the same rain
the same key to the same door
by God, you pray for more

then suddenly, the world stops
nothing is the same
but that *******.i.n.g empty feeling"

And in these days of darkness
We can choose to offer light

It's ok
To not be ok
Okay?

And suddenly the world is ending
and you're not by my side.

He never loved you.
He loved the idea of you.

write ****** poetry
throw your ideas at the white wall
allow poor grammar to decorate broken stanzas
and let thoughts expand, urban sprawl
give pain a place to rest its feet
before slaughtering it
with red ink

"Nothings gunna hurt you baby".
He lied.

Black pane, white chips
My bones are cold
Watching this storm unfold

Sweet as lily of the valley on a crisp spring morning,
But thunderstorms brew like black tea
As white tails bound to cross hatched nests

Don't bite the hand that feeds you
...Unless it is the only thing left

Tell me you love me.
So I can shout from the roof tops
that it simply isn't true.