Remnants of Summer
Forgottenmemoriesturn palm to window...painmarking in restless criss-cross patternsthe seamless reflection of reminiscent dreamsswirling like the mists of winter,come to swallow autumnin darkened...
View ArticleCarved Confessions
She sits idle,On the dark side of the moonFinger carving her confessionsIn backwards scribeSo that he, driven by instinctAnd fateWill look to sky And understand the reflection,Harvest her...
View ArticleChilled Promise of Change
With dreamscupped in handShe stands by the windowLooking Toward the austere horizonHer tears fall hollow Down weary profile, As she listens in broken fragmentsTo the happiness that cannot Caress her...
View ArticleBlue
Someone once said, painFound itself covered in shadows of redSearing,Hot, alive and translucentA fire, that burns over fleshStinging into crevicesFighting to become something aliveBreathingClawingIn...
View ArticleBlue ~*~Double Awarded~*~
Someone once said, painFound itself covered in shadows of redSearing,Hot, alive and translucentA fire, that burns over fleshStinging into crevicesFighting to become something aliveBreathingClawingIn...
View ArticleSongs Sung
Find me, passion in the blackest of lightwhereI can touch somethingmorethan void or scornwhereI can be envelopedin exhalesand whisperdsecretsthat bring comfortwrapped in moon-sliveredfearWhereI can...
View ArticleReach
In the minutes after duskwhen we find ourselves woven in damask slumberYou reach for meand open, showing your vulnerabilitiesyour achesYour lips find mine, your hands graspand it is there, that I take...
View ArticleReach ~*~Awarded~*~
In the minutes after duskwhen we find ourselves woven in damask slumberYou reach for meand open, showing your vulnerabilitiesyour achesYour lips find mine, your hands graspand it is there, that I take...
View ArticleTumble, and Fall
Barren, the cold duskBreaking all but a few brittle leavesThat escape from Sky toFrozen earth: SheCradles them, tendingHer dying children,Roots finding purchaseDeeperSearching the warmth of...
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I asked her to remember me, in the way that A favorite song would bring back the soft bite of nostalgiaI could see the pain in her half moon eyesBut could not discover the origins(A cripple of heart,...
View ArticleShe, as a River **Awarded** ~*~Must Read Award~*~
She flows as the perfect form. Pliant and rough. Kitten-soft and razor spliced.Her contradictions play at my mind,As her teeth nibble-graze at my stash of melancholy.Teasing me, in abstract certainty...
View ArticleChoking Down Bones
(Spoken Word Piece) ....(um..language warning...) I promised her I'd write her more than one poem. More than that first poem full of abstract hope and hesitant promise. The one woven securely in...
View ArticleAgainst The Moon
Stars shine, tangled between the constellations of skin smooth tattoos traced, lingering with definative grace... Against the moon where you sang- my head, pressed against the conch of your chest, as...
View ArticleShades of Oz
Shades of Oz She used to speak in shades of green… Earthly, with undertones of gravel and dust. She liked it that way, Where she could feel the swell of dirt inside her, Taste the grass, pick sand...
View ArticleSmeared Rainbow
Smeared Rainbow Midnight eats dawn in the hours of lonely, swallowed dreams, dust clung to ruby throat. Shifts slightly- with ease, into nightmares sharp and tender. Air is a whispered memory, choked...
View ArticleOutloud
(Spoken word piece) My hands, used to splay naturally. Open...Moving from child, to young adult. Complacent like- water dripping slowly through- loose fingers, splashing forgotten on the stained...
View ArticleHiding
(Spoken word piece) Is the question; What is buried deep in the core of me Or The cigarettes I hide at the bottom Of my bag Do I tell of the darkness I wallow in The unencumbered joy I feel At doing...
View ArticleInvitation
I ask you to open, In both glimpse and gander To saturate my hunger with a deep Red haste; To satiate, in increased wonder what Depth lies beneath the white washed urges Buried in the drifts of...
View ArticleMagnitude of Nostalgia
I asked her to remember me, in the way the way A favorite song would bring back the soft bite of nostalgia I could see the pain in her half moon eyes But could not discover the origins (A cripple of...
View ArticlePoem 6: Reflection as Reproach (or rewriting Revelations)
re⋅flec⋅tion [ri-flek-shuhn] 6. the casting of some imputation or reproach. She told him she wanted to be remembered as sparkle. Free of accusations, and sins. The way it was, before the beginning...
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