She makes that first slash,
and then a second.
three, four, five,
The blood slowly trickles down her wrist,
six, seven, eight,
With each exhale she cut deeper
nine, ten, and now it won't stop.
The little girl thought nothing of what she'd done.
Who will kiss her boyfriend and tell him he is loved
who will tell her friend it's not her fault
who will hold her parents and let them know she'll be watching over them
But who was there to let her know they care?

A lips that touch like an angel
Speaks so heavenly towards me
If a thousand of shooting stars would fall
I would then write all of it in my poetry

Hail the angel of mercy
It fly by my shoulder and set me free!
It was never my intention to fall in love in a passionate way
But he makes me feel so special what else can i say?

I am human yes i am!
i am stronger than i had never been..this is what i am..
My life once been in a constant misery
I had never felt contentment never been so happy..

If its wrong then you can cut the life in me
If its a sin then who are you to judge me?
I only did what i think for me is best
I only did what makes me happy atleast..

Been in my cave for a long time
My best of friend is this ****** bottle of wine
All i want now is to be free
To live my life not on lies but all in all honesty!

Loyalty, that is the word
I once made it my principle and now it seems absurd!
To be in love means you have to suffer?
But what if, if it makes you feel better?

I am human yes i am!
I am not afraid to love and get hurt
For EVEN love broughts you a thousand needles
I will take that needles
I rather be strong walking forward than be a wussy and being idle..

Point your finger at me, judge me!
what wrong have i done besides choosing to be merry?
Rather than be the slave of my own misery
Its my ****** life just set me free!

I rather choose to be the master of my own self
Than to be a stranger now of what i felt
yes i am human i am!
Now accept the truth and let bygones be bygone..

I didn't know
That you would steal my soul
When all I wanted was an uncle's love
I didn't know
That you were grooming me
While you were spooning me
I didn't know
That I shouldn't be ******* your ****
But you knew and would hold the lock
And key to obey your needs
Through ***** deeds
I didn't know
That instead of your niece
I became your wife
That you would never let me have a life
I didn't know
That my cherry was your ultimate prize
In the games you taught me in disguise
Hiding your true intention
Was never love, but your own ****** gratification
But I now know
That behind your every fake smile
Throbbed the lust of a *******

People love to say
"I am different, like
None another"
They never say it
In as many words
But I've seen the
Ones who do.
These are the ones
Who'd talk a lot
Who'd hate you
Who'd pick a fight with you
Who'd make you sweep their homes
Who'd finish the last ounce
In your bottle of water
Who'd talk behind your back
Who'd spend more time near the mirror
Than near good music
Or near those
Vast worlds within pages
Who'd envy you
For being different
Yet everyone is
And so are they,
And they are right
They are different
From
The ones who are.

from  Misreckon (December 2014)

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untitled (v)

I do worry that this love for all things will keep from you the name of the creature dreaming


cessation psalm

     the less said about god’s addiction to brevity

as heard
by the angel
of birth


entry psalm

I can’t speak
to how
the form
my father’s
form
mimics

is able
to take
from lightning
a licking
while whaling
on the snout
of what
was born
muzzled
then sewn
for safekeeping
into the belly
of a punching
bag…

(I am not
the one
my meditation

needs) violence

is my brother’s
music


inquiry psalm

when it comes to humoring
me
by name
my memories
draw a blank.

I had a daughter
and three
sons.

my hands
could’ve been
the hands
of an umpire.

in the untouched church
of suicide
was the untouched
church
of *******.

it’s like seeing
a television
on tv. the comedians
and their failed
sisters.

do your thoughts
still take
the temperature
of god?

anterior

three sisters
old enough to date
enter a house
their father
can’t find. a bit of my mother

is seen
in this woman
going out of her way
to give satan

directions. a drug dog

on its last legs
inspects a used
vacuum cleaner, the lawnmower

of lost
men.


site*

I lasso the calf just before it makes the ocean.

overhead, a helicopter
from my past
spins.

my son says
to himself
this isn’t
your father’s
sandcastle.

luck is the stone
that marks
the dream. dream

the stone
that marks
the dead.