Pain (#15)

Before I lose any more time Here is a sight that would not lose you amidst a crowded loneliness Because it sees you, beyond the clouds covering your haunted visage It’s the beating of a heart going berserk Each minute is a dreadful wailing of an infant dragging its frail body as fast as itContinue reading “Pain (#15)”

Demise (#15)

I am a flower pot Tumbling down the table, I still shatter in your palms As you try to catch me; Now we’re both bleeding world’s sucking our tongues while the galaxies around us burst open into nothingness My mouth is a sex fluttering like the butterfly in your belly It crawls down your abdomenContinue reading “Demise (#15)”

Of Silly Ruminations

I want to be an openness bending at the tip of the sunlight falling on my back. But I’m also afraid of burning in my own fire. I carry my hostilities like a poet who adores perspiring on a hot sunny afternoon in the arms of an old monument that houses some grand secrets onlyContinue reading “Of Silly Ruminations”

Of Summer Sighs & Wishful Graves

Her mouth is a language you know all too well, but beneath it is a forest that gardens its own warmth, a hope that eats itself because it has never been fed.

Epidermis (#5)

But I’m deranged in places that don’t exist loud enough.

The Language of Words (#2)

People often talk about the ground slipping from under their feet, but have you ever felt it slipping right back?

In the Shadows of a page

A poster and a thought.

Night Creatures

All the night Creatures crawled up to my desk ~ & I wondered… What Creature am I in their language? The one with the touch of Death or the God with untimely sunlight ~ as bright as a snowfall in the raging summers? They keep coming back, I don’t think they’ve a name for me.Continue reading “Night Creatures”

Will You Write Yourself?

An excerpt from a poem, a question to myself and fellow writers; Will you write yourself?

of independence & french fries

i grew up as independent as the roof on my head, but i still needed the walls to float i sometimes feel like the plants sittingoutside my window, just observing my life maybe this is just an astral lie or maybe im a stray dog looking for a shed to sleep under im a windowContinue reading “of independence & french fries”