Alma’s Lament: A Poem of Sorrow and Beauty

Look …over a quarter of my sentences begin with ellipses.the objective’s to sigh. the intent it carries? illicitmalicious design leaves my lips but ends so benign.there isn’t a problem when it rains- you couldn’t tell that I cried.it becomes complicated to explain- when it wells in my eye.he pretends that he’s not, even though heContinue reading “Alma’s Lament: A Poem of Sorrow and Beauty”

Nice Guys Finish Last: A Poem of Unrequited Love and Frustration

I’m stronger than you. Or I thought I was. Maybe I am. Don’t touch me. Make up your mind. Tell me you love me. Fuck me like you mean it. Mean it when you fuck me, love me when you tell me, you love me. Tell me a secret.  Show me your ghosts, and I’llContinue reading “Nice Guys Finish Last: A Poem of Unrequited Love and Frustration”

The Troll Under My Bridge: How I Struggle to Figure Me Out

It’s beginning to show The intertwining dividends of time invested and growth My intention provoked, lying listless and broke Revisiting moments that to me seem explicitly warped Yosemite vulture, my melatonin dried up some Sore throat, sore back, amphetamine humdrum Ever-growing size of my blood pump escaping out of my thorax 500-pound dry-flesh, green alienContinue reading “The Troll Under My Bridge: How I Struggle to Figure Me Out”

Wallflower in the Spotlight: A Poem of Nervousness and Affection

The perks of being a wallflower, or the disadvantages in some cases. Mr. Observant, half perfectionist, getting a taste of his own medicinal value, describes me to myself in a vacuum. Tell me how many times I scratch my chin, touch my ribcage, leave you feeling incomplete. When you feel me getting nervous around you,Continue reading “Wallflower in the Spotlight: A Poem of Nervousness and Affection”

Obsidian Sun: I Declare War on Your Every Crevasse

to whom it may concern

I Know What I Need: The Quest for Fulfillment Amidst the Turbulent Rapids of Existence, Where Inner Desires Clash with External Realities

I don’t know what I want, Whether it’s surface dwelling alone at the swamp Or an oak in a marsh, soul-searching proverbial want. We’re more or less spawns of monsters nobody needs, You were my star-spangled banner, and I was taking a knee. Subterranean breeze, vitamin pond, still smell your perfume, Every once in aContinue reading “I Know What I Need: The Quest for Fulfillment Amidst the Turbulent Rapids of Existence, Where Inner Desires Clash with External Realities”

Fötter Day Reverie: Suburban Breeze and Whispered Dreams

You can hear the suburban chime, zirconia vertebrae, pearly white spine. Glass thrown in stone houses, a regular suburban night, whirring, rewinding. Chronicled childhood in olive drab paint, monocle glass. Wormwood and bottles of Shawshank dissolute solitude. A wanderer who wallows in the maze en route, delaying for tomorrow, never promised today. A virgin diary,Continue reading “Fötter Day Reverie: Suburban Breeze and Whispered Dreams”

JOURNAL: Flight AA4564 – Notes from the Disconnected

I feel so disconnected. Pictures of stars are trillions of seconds old, heliocentric. We spend our time wishing we could revisit a setting. I could see it in decimals, each dot a pause in a sentence. Hold my hand, avalanche. Bring me the check when you’re finished, mezzanine at the theater, velvet seamstress, Madam Gutierrez.Continue reading “JOURNAL: Flight AA4564 – Notes from the Disconnected”

The Last 5 Titles: Echoes of a Tormented Soul

I’ve scrapped my last five writings, with the opening sentences starting with, “It’s hell in this darkness,” “Dearly departed, please be here for my heart.” The other three were as stark: “I hate being alive,” Don’t seem to remember, one rubric: “Demons inside.” Life is overrated, diluted with wine, My tears empower me, a tailspinContinue reading “The Last 5 Titles: Echoes of a Tormented Soul”