My eyes are blurred with tears, the only color I see is red. Thoughts of anger and vengeance are spinning in my head. I trusted you with my heart, but you carelessly threw it away. You entangled me in your lies and the sick games…

My dad wanted an Irish wake when he died A real one he said The kind where the friends and family get drunk Tell stories and laugh And perhaps cause a fight or two Fisticuffs for the deceased Something John Wayne would have done in…

making dinner a post marathon feat baked potatoes now grilling the meat its been my honor sharing the gift and motivating others is really neat. my thanks and adieu to all you fine folks it’s the first time my feed has had all clean jokes….

HOUR TWELVE her agate breasts weaves songs from the barren verses her hands sewed memoirs from the leftover yarns her solitude harvests warmth from the carcasses, of desires and naiveté the imagery of life looks fragile, morbid yet beautiful! Copyrighted by Ruchi Chopra, 2017.

Where do I go to my love, my one To find your dancing soul, when day is done I dance to your music, I hear your song ‘Tis a merry jig, I surrender, dancing along Like a swallow on high on a mid-summer’s night I…

FROM THE INSIDE OUT Inside out, outside in. Break my body, slam my brain, to fit the golden ratio of beauty. Two hours, three hours at the gym, counting calories, watching Macros, but a Mesomorph can never be an Ecto. So fuck the scale and…

The caverns at the shoreline are lit by a bonfire’s light, And the wind begins to pick up the distant sound of a violin. The waves can be heard breaking deep within rocky chambers, A girl twirls with curls of red, and lays her chin…

There was a time, once when I didn’t think I would ever turn on an electronic device to write a creative piece, that I have thought of, in my head in black and white, instead of using paper and a pen to write with. I…

Love your Self, Your man, your wife, Love your unrepeatable life. Your too small eyes, your messed-up hair, Love the wonderfully colored skin you wear. Love your nose, your ears, Your smile, your tears, Love your uniquely imperfect denture, Love the fact that to be…

If she loves him that much why watch him run, like burning door trim on a joyride car?   If he loves her that much why make her rage, like burning door trim raining down spits?   If we love them that much why let…