To hide a poem
Is to hide a piece of the soul
Poetry is only kept secret
If the words start with truth
And the letters breathe life
Hiding poetry
Is like locking away the past
A treasure trove full of adventure-
Tainted by rust and blood.
Sadly, once the box is unlocked,
One may find it to all be but dust
Poems scattered to the wind
Memories, once hidden, now forever lost

Sliding backwards is a sensation I am familiar with
But it is one I never wish to experience again
Tell me why I didn’t recognize the signs earlier....
Perhaps they all were upside down as well.

Dating a person is like
Finding out
Life is not what you thought-
Learning about complexities of human spirit
Waltzing amongst desert scorpions
Diving for rocks on reef’s bottom
Kissing a person is like
Tasting every color
Holding gold-
Hidden under silver
Uncovering beauty where sadness lies
Crying in the rain
Midnight messages after dreams
Loving a person is like
Flirting with addiction,
Smoke and gunpowder in lungs,
Knowing you ll never want anything else
But probably should end it all
If only to keep them safe.
Staying silent with the love of your life is like
Seeing stars when they’re around
But fading to shadow when they look away ....
I’m not saying it’s like this all the time -
Only when existence is a strain in my bones
and its foot is against my broken back

Love would be no sweeter
Than the love they give me
Tastes like caramel
and eating...
Cookie dough off a spoon
Love could be no softer
Than the skin between their thighs
Their hand in mine
The feeling of hair sifting through fingers...
The thought of more than just their soft hair between my fingers....
Love should be no less
Than all the secrets I’ve shared
The vulnerability of being theirs
The desire...
For them as my own
And worshipping the inches between my mouth and their....
Temple
Love cannot be anymore lovely
Than this river of passion and protective nature
Rushing out my pores and washing us away
carry us...
Away

They like it when I write them poems
In between mess and anxiety
My writing is a blossom of light
They say it’s always pretty
Even though it’s often not
I like to offer up hope
To their throbbing heart
So I write these words
In hope to make their pain stop
They like it when I bring rocks
A sign I care about them
even when I’m gone
They always smile upon holding the pebbles-
preciously and carefully collected to my care
I smile because I know
How wrong their impressions of me truly are
Yet, I desire their love more than
Anything
So I let them think I’m good
When I’m absolutely not

I love them through their mess
And I hope to God
They’ll stay through mine

Drinking without feeling very much
is like
sleeping when your bones ache with tiredness
but finding no peace upon awaking
I guess its more like
insomnia
Except
   everything gets a litttlllleeee
blurry...

cry along the sidewalk
peaceful hanging upside-down...
on train track bridges
wild hearts and wilderness
scream into the void
run into the forest
destroy and create-
chaos.
Beauty amongst ash-
Phoenix rising from glowing disaster
dancing in the fall of the world
scream into the stars
run into the arms of darkness
cry alongside the thunder
worship at the feet of hell
destroy all else-
but the joy in your
dying
burning
bones