I was born with a full head of hair and I have worn it long always at 49 and 11/12ths years old my hair is exactly the same as when I was 4 and 11/12ths years old long straggly splittish ends brushed only in the…

you don’t make it easy your diaries don’t compensate for the silence you bestow our story ended before droplets could soak us in the third time in a row as it should’ve been as it could’ve been cos isn’t that where we started love under…

Avery let loose a little scream it was more surprise than pain though the hammer hurt when it came crashing down upon his thumb. He dropped the tool and ran inside where he found himself alone. His whimpers echoed in the empty kitchen. As per…

The moon was high So was she. The blade was sharp Her thoughts were violent She mimicked them. The blood was fading. So was she. She felt her spirit Go. She was sleeping. She never woke. Even in death she was alone.  

Deadpool’s standing on my desk a plastic figure clothed in red stoic, stiff, and statuesque a shiny little bobble head   with ninja sword and sawn off gun frozen pose prepared to spar my anti-heroes all good fun after credits “chicka chicka”

I write with an erasable pen Which covers my silly mistakes That can easily be corrected. OR…………… I write with brightly colored paper So new ideas are clearly seen Making poems easy to understand OR……………. I write with creative energy Flowing through my tired brain…

In my youth unlike today … I did not have the same belief I have this day … As I was young and I was dumb and did not know… Where pure love comes from… I was a dog person without owning a dog, I…

PARADISE I am living the dream I climbed aboard a 737 Bound for the ocean Sand and surf Blazing new trails In paradise I got a job A place to live Bought a car Started a bank account I walked the perfect beaches Watched the…

Don’t look like where I’ve been You’re valuable Gramps drank like fish My name is silence Mom quiet and you wouldn’t know she was related No similarities but the name My heritage is dark Now prominent among many Don’t call me them I am clean…

THE NIGHTLY RITUAL  Thirst claws Neck burns The nightly ritual starts Silent street Lone figure The thick fog parts The smell The heart Invites the predator today Slow walk Terrified breaths Scared prey silently prays Dark watcher Blank eyes Traces the sustenance steps Sudden noise…