i hate that blank stare ( Read more... )

My lover is a porcupine
small and skittish
I sought to embrace him
and ease his fright
but he struck at me
poisoning me
with his insecurities

Such a clever little creature
Flitting about in your striped dress
And pointy shoes, what sweetness
Hides your anger, as the world tilts
Around your buzz and pollinated lips

I just wish
Your tongue came with less of a sting

Touch me Darling ( Read more... )

 flowers of our yesterdays
springing up through the sands
of past tragedies
giving hope
in wonderful pastel colors
as they bloom
and plant seeds for new beginnings
and once dead roots
take hold deep in fertile soil
and flourish once again
drinking life from the tranquil well
of a once dry soul
letting the wind paint passion
on rosebud petals
that ( Read more... )

 There's jackals hiding in poetics unbound
Magic in the anth-em of madness
Surreal Van Goghs in the making
Indefined freedom flowing in the backward words
While mirrors hid among night
Fracture the shadows
That reflect our seasons of suicides
And I'm so sick of this spinning vortexual reality
The doctors feed me medicine constructed of ashes
To neutralize ( Read more... )

 It's strange now to think of you, my dear ( Read more... )

confused ( Read more... )

 Sunday brought the rain }i ( Read more... )

 to pluck a rose
even one fallen from favor
beneathe the dirt is still fair

its blushing hidden
dethorned and humble
that makes her beauty all the rarer

perched and trembling upon her petals
she weeps, as tears glistening 
the sun finds her

the wind coveting
as it whispers beloved
here she waits

waits for gentle fingers
to uncover her grace