Her blood drenched the walls As her screams filled the air His hands ’round her throat She should’ve died, there *Beeeeep…* Her mother stood there sobbing Doctors rushing to and fro Machines were loudly chiming When her angels said, “let’s go” *Beeeeeeeeeeep…* She firmly told…

Buy-fly Die! Damselfly freely fornicating on the wind, Your act sustains your beauty for those who see. With us, the blind define life as evil – a veil for their own ills. There exists no pornographic rape in the world of wingéd creatures. Lay your…

Oh the seasons of the mind respond to each situation. Like the never-ending wave in total fluctuation.   Sometimes I’m riding so high then others I hit a low. I try sometimes to guess which way my mind will go.   But like summer, winter…

In 27 years I can count on my fingers  The number of times I’ve seen you  Family really wasn’t convenient  Until we matured and began lives alone   You hunt for arguments in my writing  Reminding me that you still are older  Since age is…

The sand shakes beneath his feet The air hangs heavy in rooms graced by his presence Power shifts across the region at the flick of his finger His enemies shudder at the whisper of his name Make way! He has arrived Thobe, sandals, beard and…

A fortnight between lunar to solar, the moon leading the charge, ironically, since she, stoic, obedient, seemingly lifeless, bleeds light from her partner’s ebullience. Rarely do they two-step, lunar, solar, lunar, except for now, in this epic moment. Each semester, the six months’ separation of…

It’s pervasive enough to the point where it’s impossible not to notice. you were born here and this is where your fight will conclude. don’t get spun out in the logistics of existentialism. it will only drag you down. the important thing to remember is…

Season of Songs Darkness has gotten enough from us – freedom to love, to breathe, and to roam. The sun rises only to obeisance: the world has not seen light in a long while. And you are here, alone, saying to darkness: I’m open to…

You said that you wished we were real but we were, don’t you see? If we were not real, why does it hurt so? I don’t need to pinch myself to feel the pain to know that we were real. Two years and I still…

If I jump off here… Will you be there? If I fly away though this path… Will you join me on the journey?   If I jump off here… Will I land beside you? If I never see you again… Will you seek me forever?…