Okay, body-listen up It’s time that you lay off The pain for a spell With bones cracking like A thick branch snapping Sending sharp stings I cry out Silently through clenched teeth Smile as I lie and say I’m okay When I’m really truly not…

*sensual poem, a bit risque, 18+* I open the vast caverns of my soul and allow you in And watch your hooded eyes Shadowed by the moonlight Stare intently into mine I close my eyes, and you’re here And its real And I can trace…

Sneaking out with my friends To meet a middle-aged man With intent on stealing my virtue Talking of red wings, things I Knew absolutely nothing of Other than it was vile Friends with plans to steal away with me Telling me I shouldn’t wait And…

I replay melodies Over and over Until my mind Takes over them And memorizes keys Signatures And the elegant way It trickles like Raindrops upon a windowsill. Through my veins Stirring within me Emotions I never realized Hiding within. It scurries me away Into daydreams…

There was a point in time When I used to despise myself Much to my own undoing I stripped away layers Unveiling my true self Assuming that I was loved for just that But who I was inside was never quite enough Concealed by the…

Heart clambers flights of steps Touring empty hallways Between each chamber in The enigmatic maze that is you. Within, I had once lost sense of direction, Curling around the flitting green foliage Only to happen upon another stalemate My stride to pursue trips On overturned…

Wandering eyes with meandering mind Eat away at symbols Clutched within the web of thought Struggling, attempting to decipher Yet every thought brings on more Questions than answers. I bring myself back Pulling myself down Out of the clouds And try and stay in the…

Over the moor I stood alone Giving the staring look to all That was reduced to ashes Within fraction of seconds.   My eyes were moistened As I was  shackled with grip Seeing my own family in the apocalypse That engulfed the nation complete.

The Night is for Sleeping “Come to my window tonight.” These were her words. An invitation offered, But declined. The night is for sleeping. She laughed the first time, Then cried at the second. By three she was angry; There was no fourth. The night…

sometimes i wonder if anyone has actually seen me i know with obvious senses they have whether through sight, smell, taste or touch but have they SEEN me the parts that sometimes aren’t what they appear the parts they have to engage look for dust…