Evanescent ghosts
share sad, glass secrets…
Beauty is transient
and eternity is dark.

Born and broken;
yet we laugh—
Celebrating these
sacred, porcelain selves.

Waves of euphoria
and waves of sadness
wash over me—
Each in its turn.
I want to sing you
my sadness,
and I want you
to share in
my euphoria.
Could the song of
my silent tears
reach your heart?
Or will they water
the greenery growing
through my dying soul?

The fire burning in my heart
set the forest of possibilities ablaze—
And no love sprouts from a forest fire...
No matter it’s intentions.

A boy frolics in a field of forget-me-nots
to the song in his heart.
Spinning, spinning, spinning…
until he falls in love with the music.

Rolling down hills to rolling up joints
and picking up a guitar.
The music crescendos…
His life has just begun.

The guitar is played daily.
Sitting on the front stoop,
amplifier plugged in—
a concert for the block.

Time continues to tick.
Life is getting hard.
The guitar is forsaken
just when he needs it most.

Making music no longer,
he turns to substance.
Spinning, spinning, spinning
out of control.

He needs the pain
to go away.
Needles at night
and sleep by day.

The man is tired
and lonely
as the endless darkness
inside him.

When the veil between worlds is thinnest
the man slips away
and finally
he finds his peace.

Quiet your mind and you may find
peace in such stillness.
Your life feels like chaos when
the music drowns out any possibility of
silence inside.
How can you even think with lyrics of
mesmerizing dandelions
clanging through your consciousness?
From the left and right
distractions dissect your attention.
Why is it so hard
to turn off the music?
Silence is scary—
a frightening thing to befriend.
Some fear the dark, yet
you fear the quiet.

Glass shatters inside
my mind, breaking the fourth wall
just to say hello!

Step 1: Sign away your rights

Step 2: Take your medicine

Step 3: Don’t tell them you’re a witch

A knot work spell is an easy way
To breathe magic into macrame.
An anchor knot for an aid
so I don’t drop my braid.

I try to tie well,
for each knot is a spell
I don’t want to unravel.

Carefully binding
to seal in my intentions.

A mantra, repeated with each loop.

I am loved,
I am loved,
I am loved.

Mangonadas for dinner,
or maybe just a snack.
Cooking isn’t my forte—
an unfortunate skill to lack.

But when I was a child,
my brother caught on fire.
He leaned against the stove
as if it were his pyre.

Falling to the floor,
he stopped and dropped and rolled—
and luckily for him
the fire was controlled.

I ran upstairs in terror!
I screamed and I cried!
I thought I’d lost my brother—
I thought that he would die.

Lifting up his shirt,
he showed his big, black scar—
Such a drastic contrast
I could see it from afar.

Anxiety came in,
and never did I learn
to cook myself dinner—
too afraid to burn…

The fairy is dying—with sadness in her wake.
A pixie transforms to a human before it’s too late.
Time is of the essence, so I must press on.
And the old me will soon be gone.

A chapter has ended in my book of life—
A chapter which produced so much strife.
They played with my heart like it was a toy.
Maybe the next will bring more joy.

A worm to a butterfly—call it rebirth.
I’ll bury my roots back in the earth.
One day I’ll grow strong like a majestic oak
And a new me I’ll soon evoke.

I’m changing quickly, and moving forward
Cutting out all that was untoward
Open my shell, soon you’ll find a pearl
But no more will I be your manic pixie dream girl.

A soul journeys on.
The mortality of men
breaks a weary heart.

Broken to pieces
A beautiful mosaic
Again I am whole

“What is your necklace?”
Maria asks.
Such a loaded question,

for it is not a necklace at all.
It is a demon,
and I am possessed.

Fruit flavors tickle
my damaged taste buds;
nicotine still breaking through.

Constantly nauseous;
choking on the taste
of burnt cotton…

I cannot breathe
without this noose–
heavy around my neck.

Interwoven words
Perpetual poetry
Singing to my senses

Poison in my veins
Thoughts I cannot shake away
Slowly I’m fading

One fifth of my day
was spent on precalculus.
I want to die now.

How many times must my life fall apart
I’m lying here in shambles
One day I’ll learn, and guard my heart
This pain I cannot handle

Immutable law: everything changes
But it’s all changing so fast
I try and I try to keep turning pages
But still I’m stuck in the past

This awful book I’m trying to read
Is corrosive to my soul
If I’d shut it, then I’d be freed
I was already whole

I’ll lay my heart down in a cast
And together we will heal at last

Sweet bitterness is
Coffee with sugar, no cream
And my love for you.

A heart that never beat
changed my whole life.
I could feel the life
leave your tiny mass—
a devastating realization
I didn’t want to believe.
Even when the blood started flowing,
I still had hope.
Not until you left my body
did I accept your fate.
The sight of you
still flashes
through my mind.

Pages flip in time
To a broken metronome
Just one more chapter

Fat clouds scream, “*******!”
But no one notices me,
As the bus drives by.