The seventh hour— time fulfills Each moment, each hour, every geist Awakening ancient powers and skills Only brought to remembrance when enticed   Lifted from times very essence Ones knowledge is valued and priced For the origins very own potence Is found when a mediums…

Cold and warm at the same time, My blankets heating the ice in me, Seeing only the black behind my eyes, As I pull the hoodie closer to me. The car my little home, Like a tortoise carrying my home around, The comfort of it…

  The Serpents head and its tail  Beginning and end we often find  Like the Sun whose found to never fail  Following a course to which its confined   Perched upon the serpents tail  Finding a crow and with its beak  Is found to peck…

TRIGGER WARNING: DEATH SPOILER WARNING: LORD OF SHADOWS- CASSANDRA CLARE   High above the Council Hall, The golden clock began to chime the hour. As if the world didn’t care for her, As if the world didn’t ache for her loss. My eyes brimming with…

“Possibly with a blank sheet of paper enclosed, by way of explanation.” Raise High the Roof Beam, Carpenters by J.D.Salinger. When did I lose control? When exactly, did my life Start careening mindlessly Among the debris of stars That have fallen to pieces Around me?…

Past where the moon pins the sky clamber aboard a running tram let us go then, you and I past the bleating of the lamb clamber aboard a running tram you keep the lighter in your pocket past the bleating of the lamb your cigarette…

* Sensual poem warning 18 or older* Fierce thrills, I close my eyes Feeling the rush consume me Sight returns fluttering lids To an empty bed Where I wait for you To come for me. Heart outstretched like open arms A fantasy of breath Skin…

I write a story, My mind coming up with thoughts, Stitching them all together, Putting together the individual sheets. I write the story, Finally giving a home, To all the orphaned objects in my mind, Binding the papers into signatures. I write the story, My…

Reflections are never quite right, Some make things better Some are too bright. Reflections are never quite right. Some show too little Some absorb too much light But Reflections can never be right. already they’re  backwards Already they’re twisted. Reflections are never quite right. Some…

I was hit in the eye by a humming bird’s wing It gave me the power to see unseen things The floating of fae The angels on their way Even the demons at play (Though that one brings dismay) I saw the pain in your…