Mirror, Mirror on the wall
Will he catch me if I fall?
Will he even care at all?

Mirror, Mirror on the wall
Hit you like a cannon ball
Shattered glass and alcohol

Mirror, Mirror on the wall
Reflect my fate, the curtain call

We must reap what we roe
God let mere mortal show
To death the embryo
A dark society that I know

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

Life’s a game.
I am about to flip the table.

Pink beans to the light
you tretch like noodle
Bird passes, a call to action

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.

Is a *******
If seasons were people
He'd be Gregory House
Vicodin hungry
Volatile, Pins, and ******* Needles

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

You're the jazz that melts around these tall tall buildings
Smooth as the smell of Château Margaux
Bold as the city lights that accentuate the night

Language drips from his tongue like honey,
skin kissed by the light of God.

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

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

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

I’ll be your house wife,
Red heels, and dinner in the oven
Yes Sir, you will live the high life
We can create our very own coven

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

As I am inspecting the tomatoes for bruises and scrapes, you walk by.
Your stance is as ***** as the collar of your dark blue dress shirt.
Your pace tells me that you have no time to waste on inspecting for bruises, or scrapes.
Perhaps your wife is expecting you home, or perhaps someone else?

As the essence of "Tabacco Oud" dissipates, I bite my bottom lip hard. I imagine yours taste of gin or brandy. A level of richness and depth I could only fathom to taste.

Our private little rendezvous
Love me until I am black and blue
You can show me what you went through
Then I will hold you like you need me to

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

i wondered once, upon the sea
in search of something beyond me
and in the storm i made my plea
please take me God, and set me free

but bow did rise against the wave
whistle of wind oh so grave
and storm of black she did brave
to new morn light the path she pave

You will take me places, places you wanted to go, but never could

You will explain why it is that we wish upon wishing wells,

And I will take it upon myself, to learn how to dance upon your two big left feet



You will check the closets at night for monsters

Monsters made of coat hangers and misplaced sweaters,

Then you will leave.



I will wait for you to come home by the front door,

Mommy will drag me away, but I will always return

Not understanding that your absence was permanent



(Like the scars on my wrists)



You won’t be there to catch me when I fall off my bike,

No instead I will scrape my knees, wipe the blood on my pants, and try again



Then he will come into my life,

And he will tell me he loves me like you never did,

And I will believe him, and he will take everything



(Like you did with your suitcase, and my heart)



And then one day I will meet the one,

And he won’t understand why it is that I am so ******* broken

He will try to show me the beauty in the world and in the stars

Not comprehending that I can’t get past these scars

Enjoy the fruits of your labor,
or the fruits shall become labor.

If tar were medicine
It’d go down smoother
You try to clear the taste from your throat
But it lingers.

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

Those that do not learn
Will simply sit stagnantly
Forced to watch you grow

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.

shutter white canoe
on tropical spring waters
sways with two otters

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

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

I wish someone- anyone would give a ****.
Just a curious soul that would appreciate my being, my poetry, or my photographs
Yet as I drain the last of the whiskey from my glass, I read the room with heavy eyes
Twelve. Twelve men are here, and three are staring back at me
All gawking at my body like hungry, brute, animals.
They do not care about my intellect, or my desires
They just want to wear me from the inside out

I am the wolf of Wall Street
I am a woman  
My empire, my rules
You invested your heart
And I brokered it for another

Petrichor and metal
The grey sidewalk elucidates a small copper object
How lucky am I to have come across you…
“Drop that, it is nothing!” He clips.

happiness feels toxic.

It was an esoteric statement,
Perhaps one only a beast could understand

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

Our love isn't stardust
nor songs on repeat
oh no my dear,
our love is semisweet.

It is tired eyes
and messy hair
the screaming of obscenities
into the air without a care.

It is knowing
on days I am too much to bear
that you love me for who I am,
and you aren't going anywhere.

as the tendrils of the night fog
slither around thick oak
bull frogs sing  and croak
when grey dove coo
the morning sun stretches
and fawn bed close to mother
all peckers begin their work early
with red robins following suit
today red fox trots to the river
as honey bees rouse beneath quick feet

"Nothings gunna hurt you baby".
He lied.

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

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.

Have to confront her
People pass, smeared oil paintings
But oh there she is

Surrounded, but alone
The frenzy moves in catacomb
Public twilight zone

is that there has to be a top.

like the shoulder blades of a panther
my attention slowly rises and falls
you think you are special baby
but your name I can’t recall

you’re lost within the Amazon
away from everything you have ever known
as the rain fills the river violently
you're scared to be alone

the world doesn't seem so friendly
when surrounded by every language but your own
suddenly the things you loved the most
will shred you to the bone

Under translucent layers of coffee cup rings,
Aged cigarette butts
And wrinkled receipts
Sits our picture...

It isn’t in a frame,
Pristine and pure like my wedding dress,
It is drained of most of its color,
Stale as the air that surrounds your lungs

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.

They say love is wild
Wreckless and unforgiving
Graffiti tears from glassy eyes
Flickering florescent lies
But his words soothed
Like black coffee at midnight

All who wander are not lost
Some of us are simply curious
We create a new path as we move
Each step is unknown
Some tread softly
Others leap with haste

Veins through leaves,
Through rivers,
Through wrists,
With so much complexity to life,
I find it hard to believe death is so simple.

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

full stop.

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

illusions of grandeur
oh you're the master
wana get inside that mind
become entwined

just to see the gears
know your fears
do your synapses fire
as quickly as your comebacks?