When I was about 14 years old, I made it a mission for God that I was going to "handle" the Devil by conjuring him up & yell at him of all goodness sake to not take for granted all the things in life God gives us.

So I went to the local cemetery, which was just a walk down my street away, to go stomp on some graves and wake some of the spirits up, ( Read more... )

A quarter
is where
the duality of life
is at the flip of a coin.

Where there’s two sides
to every story.

The portrait of an identity
on one side,
the foundation of one’s soul
on another.

A life that scratches at chance.

A gleam on one side,
shadow selves on the other.

A quarter life crisis
is a dance along
the edges of duality,
into an insanity. 
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I.

He bent his knees to mine
as my train arrived
and gave me a breakup,
and an ‘i love you’
before he could exhale -
my legs still warm from his body.

It became commonly performed
and recited
as if it were his religion,
the train stop acting as his sanctuary.

The memory still haunts me,
but I move forward
with my face kissing the sky.

II.

Winter ( Read more... )

I “like” all the men
who
beat on their chest,
claiming “I am mind”
and that
“women are crazy”
yet
“better with babies”
And here’s where it starts not to rhyme :

Would you hand a woman in an insane asylum, a baby to care for?

In front of the feet,
of girls who can’t speak,
gaslit all their lives

I beg of you dears,
to start seeing clear :
it is them,
who’ve ( Read more... )

An exciting moment presents itself to me,
but I reserve the feelings.

I freeze the moment in time
until I am safe enough to feel happy about it.

Months from now,
I’ll be able to relive this memory
and let the feeling sink in.

For now it’ll remain as insignificant
as the lint inside my pockets.

Sheltering the idea
of someday feeling them
in the ( Read more... )

I.

I was born a golden china doll,

least that’s what everyone

taught me

to be

II.

She sang I was her only

sunshine

made her happy

when skies are gray

over and over

until I could smile

through the pain

III.

I learned

how to close my eyes

one day

where I lived

more awake

IV.

I took spaceships

to other worlds

I understood

more fully

than ( Read more... )

They don’t know him like I do.

One day he got the creative idea to “chase the sun”,

I rode back-gun

while he and my uncle

rode shot.

They had conversations about the world in scientific terms
that left me wanting more.

They were both patient men,
gradually explaining each of my questions with pose and grace -
loading me with the energy of ( Read more... )

I’m dark like the shoeshine

on the pedestal

at her feet.

My tiny legs can’t dance

after stained carpets

and rugged hills

anymore

because they echo in a haunting

of her,

the queen.

A worker ant

who’s home

doesn’t have doors

anymore

the queen,

who’s life

I’d give mine for

my crawlspace is out of time

I wanted to grow wings and fly once,

like ( Read more... )

Live life as if you’re on fire

&

burn burn burn

golden

Like the sparkling red bright

shining

on the end

of a cigarette

Stay golden -

like the speckling yellow filter

you crush

TIGHT

between your tips.

Live life as if you’re on fire

&

burn burn burn.

I want to have him steeped -

in the wrath I use to stir my tea

and make him feel the feathered down

till the gentle white falls all around

him

and his waist-side curve

of a crooked smile

where words escaped

and

gutted

my insides

I want him in my deep

right above the knee’s

and around my waist-side curve

in a life measured in hours, minutes -

for ( Read more... )