That small town is my torment
And this city is my solace
The busy streets don’t have room for a pit
And the city lights brighten the darkest nights
The people bustling and hustling even on Sundays
Oh, they don’t even have time for haze
Remembering and forgetting don’t require wit
The best thing this city has taught me about suffering is that I should own it
I did not lose the pain at all
But this city taught me to stand up after I fall.

The last time I loved
(So, so,
So long ago)

Fruit spilled itself
In the garden

And insects sang
And rejoiced
In the split flesh

And the soil leapt
With joy
And sprouted
Tiny seedlings.

The last time
I loved

Her womb welcomed
Seed and cried
In happiness
And fecund abundance.

But the last time was
So,so
So long ago

Beach fire ablaze
    At dusk
A marshmallow soirée
          
               Sand and shell
Between your toes
     Laid back
In summers pose

Ocean waves
            While seagulls screech
Serine the scene
       On this nameless beach

some are wicked

heartache, claws, shot in the back

some are just a soul

translucent, silent, empty sorrow

some are kissed

eyes shut, candles, relief

a poet dies

heartache

silent

empty relief

I want you
only you
so I turn my mind off
to feel you better
In a time and place
where only you and I exists
letting love be felt
through the way we move
so let’s turn our minds off
and just feel

She’s a lost girl.
She’s amazing.
Looking for love in this world.
While her lungs are a blazing.

She’s a lost girl.
Smart as ever.
She used to plié and twirl.
She deserves to live forever.

She’s a lost girl.
Wanting to go to heaven, while living in hell.
Her hair has the most beautiful curl.
She’s got love for sell.

She’s a lost
Girl.