gnashing teeth and broken wings
spilt blood reflecting heavens glow
a chilled sweat in the summer sun
golden ichor mixed with pitch tar
gleaming light and scarred horns
iridescence floating on acrid gasoline


you were the closest thing to holy i'd seen outside of church paintings
i was almost afraid to touch you with my dirtied hands
how was it that while i soiled you, you greeted me like a friend

A poem is written about coffee
After a poet's insomniac night
Full of stained ceramic mugs
And crumpled ***** of paper
Filled with poems
They wish they didn't write

Let's love each other like children
lazing on the couch, raiding the kitchen
Eggos and Saturday morning cartoons
Don't need a marriage or a honeymoon

Cherry blow pops and dollar stores
playing with plastic dinosaurs
Cause we're of a different breed
This platonic love is all we need

Her eyes are black holes.
swirling vortexes of emptiness,
capturing everything in their path.

Her smile is a comet.
beautiful and inviting from afar,
yet terrifying up close.

Her words a supernova.
mystifying and awe inspiring,
capable of causing so much pain.

Her emotions, solar flares.
fleeting yet intense,
unpredictable and inexplicable.

She is the universe.
vast and incomprehensible.

I am the heavens.
bringing love and light.

...if only she believed in me.

I've lied so many times,
That the truth is hard to define.
Am I dying or am I just fine?

They'd said, "from the path, do not stray"
But oh, look at how the trees did sway
Beconing you, closer to come
Life lately had been rather glum
So, into the forest you strolled
Going against what you'd been told
You never wanted to go back home
Through the forest, you would roam.

I wish I may, I wish I might
Feel my soul fade away tonight.