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

pain sits on the rib cage like a soaked white feather blanket
once light and airy, comfortable
now clings to bone like the beginning of fresh decay
arms feel like honey when brushing the weight aside

"are you alright?" she asked sweetly, blush as rose from the sea's reflection

"I think so" her wife feigned a smile, but then ashamedly resumed her true form

in that moment nothing seemed alright
each breath seemed to tighten like a corset
the death of a parent leaves child wayward

lost

the riptide carried sea foam back to where it came from
and seagulls continued to inspect the shore
Mira was livid that time didn't stop

but the redolent smell of BBQ was what turned her stomach
how could people be eating when her mother was gone?
it was repulsive
an artist's nightmare
the trivialities of food and water
when such a deep hole existed.

The law evolves
And with it our morality
Adapting within the confines
But changing to survive

Harsh desert winds
Give no thought to equity
Nor artic seas I'm sure

No it is the people
And their conquests we endure

when a wolf's hackles raise
nobody dare ****
for beast may bound upon thy neck
well sweet boy please understand
watch the ground upon your trek
for karma runs within the water
and when the river runs dry
lambs will face an unknown slaughter
blood on wool
you fool.

Plant yourself around those who help you grow taller, avoid dodder vines and inconspicuous maulers.

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

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

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

we strike with venom
when we fear pain.

i am
he is
we are?

protect your own heart
with the ferocity you
protect others

I will always wear my heart upon my sleeve
Lost between the truth and the make-believe
Perhaps the only difference is what I conceive

we forget who we were
when we become who we are
some build walls of concrete
as if to keep out toxic memories
but they seep between the mortar
the lies we told drip like thick blood
and we turn cold at the sight
as if she doesn't have blood
upon her hands, upon her teeth
it as if the unspoken progression
reaps deep and unfathomable fear
fear in which the past anchors her fangs
prehistoric and sharp
rip flesh from bone

Cursed are the over thinkers
Not much worse than day drinkers

Morality is flexible,
Like my body against yours.
We’re all lost between the "I shouldn't"
But “I really want to"
Searching for some kind of virtue.

Relax me like a rainy Sunday morning.
Honey at the back of my throat,
divine like Saturday wine

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.

happiness feels toxic.

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

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

full stop.

"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"

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

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

Black bear in thicket
Soft trills of summer cricket
Blueberries so sweet

The Devil works for the government.
Shocking.


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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

I am not always weird,
sometimes I am sleeping.

Bruised up and battered the Wild Things hum
They embrace the night and what’s to come
And into the darkness their steel drums thrum

To catch a glance of where the Wild Things roam
Count to ten then sail straight from home

Where the shore meets the bottom of the sea
In the middle of upside downtown, passed the Oak tree
Oh where the Wild Things roam…

That’s where I’ll be.

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

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

Destroy me.

Like Banksy’s work
I want to slide from my frame
in pieces

Break what is whole
to make more me valuable
But when I reach my limit

Please by god
Stop.

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

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.

and just like that
we were strangers.

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

Fear feeds on self doubt
Starve it with your strength

Kick the stars he said
Their dust will grace the mountain
Let their light bring day

where the sidewalk ends
and the autumn woods call.

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

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

Because your world was small,
I was trapped.

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

They say you have seven minutes of brain activity from the moment you die until your brain shuts down

Memories in pixel form flash before my eyes and disappear forever

I'm running in a field trying to beat my childhood crush in a race, the summer sunlight kisses my cheek and I feel safe, warm, loved.

At 16 I can see my grandmother cooking dinner as we rush to the table for a dinner with aunts and uncles that became a blurry memory in life

The cruel reality of death escapes me as my husband grasps my hand in Greece with my young daughter in his arms

Life is brief, but heavenly.

"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."

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

**** 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.

It's ok
To not be ok
Okay?

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.

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