Rage will fill my limbs
Like spring Rapids through narrow bends

Love doesn't die,
It rests like dust.

when the world is against you,
hold yourself closer.

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

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

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.

Power will always
reside within the depths of
our own existence.

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

I wish I could set her down.
For she weighs on me, and what could I be?
If I ignored the talk of the town.

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.

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.

I am not always weird,
sometimes I am sleeping.

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

your memory
hurts my heart
in slow motion.

we strike with venom
when we fear pain.

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

Cursed are the over thinkers
Not much worse than day drinkers

happiness feels toxic.

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

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.

The Devil works for the government.
Shocking.


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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

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

and just like that
we were strangers.

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

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

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.

where the sidewalk ends
and the autumn woods call.

Oh my dear, I am so glad you are here
With fingers so tiny, and duckling soft hair
What a privilege it is to hold you so near!

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

full stop.

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

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

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

"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"

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

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.

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

Because your world was small,
I was trapped.

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

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

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

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

"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."

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.

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

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

The rib cage turns a familiar pale yellow,
Autumnal sun conjures swaths of warm air
Red fox colored leaves make bed for small fellow

But old man winter doth draft a plan
Across the meadows and through the land
He'll reap whats sowed- and not less than

Dust to dust one becomes at night
Though spring winds carry new life
Small creatures wake before the light

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.