Skin and Smoke
She touched my restless soul And made the broken pieces whole. A moment thick and slow Like sinking through the sand below. Her golden brown hair fell Like autumn casting
Existential Facade
Life is too short when I’m happy But too long when I’m sad When the miracle and the awe Are swallowed up by the bad. Emotional pain takes human form
Fiddler Runs Free
Played like a fiddle Yet the fiddler runs free Torment’s melody Gift wrapped and bound for thee. Violin suspense As icing on thy pain Stay right where I am Her
Damaged Pupil
Rotten to her sadistic core, Mother a psycho “Father” a bore. Ancestral trauma smells so bad, Breath of a dragon Part victim, all sad. Righteous and blind, without a clue,
Sudden Foam
She wove a net of silver thread, And sang of shallow, painted tides. She drew me near with infrared, A mystic light where water hides. She carved a space to
Phantom Burn
A frequency I could not name A fiery burst without a flame It hit me hard, a phantom real A lock that found its perfect seal. But you recoiled, a
Ego Embarks
In a tapestry of ink, she finds her skin, A woman with tales woven within. Her body, adorned with symbols and art, But beneath the surface, her ego embarks. Each
Words Unspoken
Words ran out a long time ago Some will ask, “Where did they go?” Many will ponder but nobody knows My mind rode a box car to a distant land
Hurts So Sad
Trying to weep, but the tears won’t come Life pressures building, wanna come undone I look for release in unique places Because I see the chagrin in familiar faces. I
Bunny Pink
Hear the squeaking of his voice That cowardly little dink Had a notion, made a choice Now he’s dressed in bunny pink. Oh, you wanna be courageous? So you threaten
Languish in Lie
Soulmate designation, littered lies, see her fly But souls don’t need each other, just a fable in a sty “We can freely love so many,” when she needed me around
Soul Target
She will have to share my pain A basement bargain for all these games Scot free negligence in all its bliss Where shifty endeavors always miss. Dried up county once
Ghost Town
She built me up then left me stranded In a dusty dry deserted town I stayed put like a coward rejected With only a furious forlorn frown I conversed with
Oblivious Inquiry
She entered in at my lowest point Amid her struggles, hinging on joint A bond was built with braided strand But the illusion of strength is sometimes sand. Ever-present, when
Indifferent Moon
I don’t know where our souls connect So I look to my heart to feel the effect. But my heart deceives me and litters lies Conceals the truth and clouds
Evanescent Reign
She sends her mignons to deal her death With stares of plasma and dragon’s breath. A holy roller coaster of a woman she sits Hold tight for the ride. Prepare
The Other Boy
I haven’t written much poetry lately. There’s a few reasons for this, but the biggest reason is that I’ve been busy publishing my first book. It’s titled The Other Boy:
Loss Littered
Stories hidden under ink-stained skin They come to life and jump right out Love and loss littered with gripping grief Telling tales of emotion that leave no doubt. Eyes so
Misplaced in Time
So far away she doesn’t seem real Even with logic the doubts still prevail I reach out to touch her but only feel pain Is this love, or torture, or
What If I Awoke
What if I awoke And it was all but a dream When I wandered sad and lost Where your pain placed no decree. What if my worth never lay Cold
Not a Stem Could Remain
They cultivated a compelling covenant Forcefully forged from respect received A special someone sought a salvation song Which required redemption from their angry seas. Feeling such soothing, sensational strength As
Society Rapes
Chills all over as Society rapes Hard knee on my neck Disbelief on my face. Murder feels in the air tonight Oh Lord please help us Flash of badge, then
Two Good Reasons
I would have protected you From your desires Dropped a kilo of water On your burning fire. To have a friendship Till the end of days With someone who fathoms
Synthetic Soot
They want me to break As they lie in wait They lay out their snares They empty their freight. But what they don’t know Is I see them there I’ve