Slightest flirtation was sordid beginning Pubescent tears welled into self-infliction In order to appease the voice of my affliction Then Death courted me into bed Disguised as solace, relief Like all lovers past, He is a lying bastard Telling secrets, revealing bits I prefer to…

  I cannot say I knew this man… For I met him only once. Of course, he touched my heart; By the roles he portrayed. His death was a shock. . . To his fans, such as I. And more to those close; Where he…

  The prayers are sound, everyone whispers the word of god. Whispers fade short stares take the place, Gasping for air, no one dares to take her breath Silence is sound and all around eyes witnessed Eyes glistened, Still. Daughters and daughters and daughters with…

Why do we call it warfare when war is anything but fair? Why do we call it a funeral when it’s anything but fun? Why do we get to ask these questions? – Because words.

Inevitable Like the Montague’s and the Capulet’s A forbidden love is what has risen. Pointed fingers take turns At reciting the laws that were given. To sneak away for the night is a risk taken Our love could never be mistaken A battle between worlds…

I am feeling morbid, somewhat Lost in my own thoughts, but Connected to the world, through An umbilical cord in my brain of Sound and vision.   I can hear the AC turn off and on, however I don’t feel the air, my body is…

Coveted silence, coveted night, revelations flood like streams of light.  When purpose ceases, when vision fails, when love is gone,  I can hear every banshee’s wail.  I see the wooden plots cresting on the water’s gentle waves.  Archers with their flaming bows, aiming towards the floating…

Sacrifice Virginia Carraway Stark Down they pushed him His head under the soil And under the wheels Of the combine harvester Blood for the crops His young face Once full of smiles and his young body With his knocked knees And a scrape that He…

We walk a line. Sometimes it feels like a straight line. Sometimes it feels like we’re walking in circles. Retracing steps, going backwards, searching for the right signs, we walk a line. We take it slow, we try to run, but there is no jumping…

A stake in my chest When I thought I was made of steel, I cling to the last thing that made me happy So that I may fall with a smile on my face. Even if I am bloody, Sore, weak, with my wounds weeping,…