I dream in poem Faking comas Snorting laughter Now it has happened I speak only in poetry

do you have a toaster? yeah, just don’t burn the place down is it even plugged in? why wouldn’t it be in working order? i don’t remember what we were talking about it seemed important though scratches from a woman’s heels can be deadly same…

being a writer is like living in a glass house you learn to tolerate the stones.

anxious smoker flicking the butt of your cigarette. wasting the pack of Luck Strikes you promised yourself you would cherish.

Its rickety floors feel ten thousand years old, With rotted out door-frames all covered in mould, There’s weeds on the porch growing slowly inside, But I promise there’s no better place you can hide, Inside an old closet where clothes used to hang, You’re holding…

The advantages are clear I left my oxygen mask on because the others did with hope to find her he knew where she was and I doubted the smile so cris crossed with shadow Was her killers face

Dark and bitter poison, It burns the whole way down, Like tar stretched on an ocean, You cannot swim so much as drown.            

the best letter of the alphabet

i. the day is knocking on your bedroom window. pull the covers over your eyes— refuse to see it. refuse to understand the world you occupy—refuse to be it. when the time finally comes to knock the nails from your coffin and rise, wipe the…

Dear the boy with eyes so crystal blue, I couldn’t help but fall into, I wish you’d had a warning sign, “I’m not worth wishing you were mine”, For frozen lakes look pretty too, But one dip and you will freeze right through, Now I wonder…