I take a path and oscillate Between loving her and breaking her heart. What’s the best way to hurt someone? Make them feel comfortable around you. These days, I just sit on a swing. To and fro, I change emotions.

    Living in pigeon holes boxed in with closed doors Restricted, obstructed, constricted views Brightly painted doors for happy beginnings Cities that lure with their fake promises playing with real lives Too hungry to refuse, they play along with a hope Someday, that door…

Why is it so difficult To be different From the normal? Why are you cursed For being different From the normal? I could be weird But that’s what I feared! Normal could be weird Normal should be cheered Normal could be queered Normal should be…

She’s made of strength and moonlight A midnight rose of thorns You might think she’s got a halo But it’s held up by some horns Wildflowers and willows Clovers blowing in the wind A soul that’s made for loving With a body made for sin…

Vines grow yellow blossoms open enticing bees to cover themselves in gold heavy with fruit glowing red warm in my hand I breathe in the scent as my teeth sink in juice drips down my chin as I taste the flavor of summer.

All roads led us here, though we couldn’t see where they’d end. We promised love for forever. Now we’re just trying to be friends. I didn’t ask for this season or the wildfires that burned. We didn’t imagine at the beginning that our lives would…

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…

translated from The Book of Lycan Poetry There happens upon a time when the earth, and the air, and the minerals and the leaves of Gaia Hail the glorious sky, remember the victorious dead lift a horn and drink to love and life and laughter….

Serious spoilers for Portal 2. To proceed, click the stalemate resolution button…

Season of the Grape   You swagger and return a blank smile To my conversation All my words have washed off you I read your face. I see the signs. I raise my own glass to my lips. Burgundy of the drink turns brown Blood…