‘Til Death Do Us Part

They were 2 ghosts at coffee Polite, if not a little awkward Corpses blushing for the first time Love flowing like the last gasp in their limbs Except they were very much alive And it was burgers, not coffee, And polite did not conceal The bitterness that tasted of decay, should have been in a…

Open Casket

Eyes meet Strangers in a bedroom now Furtive looks away Trying to conceal the embarrassed I normally don’t do this They lie politely Taking turns reaching into the other Looking for a piece of themselves They cannot possibly recognize Too young to be properly alive Vows they gave to an idea Are the closet corpses…

worship [a poem]

Take your sins to the foot of my temple, Prepare an altar in darkness and Command your soul to pray well. Open your heart to the sermon of honesty; Bow your head before the eternal flame, The light of a spirit with insatiable yearning for truth and pain. Worship as humble king destined to the…

there aren’t words [a brief poetic]

“Please, don’t ever stop writing, Allow always the twins of Joy and Pain to ravage you…” The pain I’ve been trying to write Out of my system, however Is one for which language has birthed Not words, but images Personal and of the utmost beauty These marked the path to a grave A certain part…

the death I’ll wish I had

“One is love. The other is finding a way of coping with life that does not push love away.” – on the two pillars of life, with regards to living a healthful one of quality and happiness, after a 75-year study, Dr. George Vaillant   There are things we grow up with in our heads,…

love does not exist in this world where people live by fear and ego.

(Black and white) I shared my soul, opened mind, arms, and heart and in the end, lost those too: I didn’t look the part. (warfare) Fatalities: Hope. Love. Faith. They lie here Struck down by the failure of believing In the beauty of one’s spirit To transcend the beauty of the shell for its journey….

when the world shatters

i. when the world shatters it’ll have been my hand splintered and cut for the remorseful idiocy of holding it out for you. ii. i am the child that touched the stove and too much enjoyed the show of melting flesh to hear my breaking, painful cry. iii. hope is the most dangerous possession so…

the way things are

So this is the part where we give up on dreams Realize adulthood means forfeiting hope And helping others do the same. This is where going through the motions Takes over like a venom, Paralysis in our smiles Speaking empty minds from the chamber Of life as functioned by musculoskeletal memory. This is the place…

The Burning

Mistaking her warmth for love, He wrapped his arms around her fiery limbs, Burning with what he confused for passion Being blinded by the ash of his heart burned alive, Breathed her in, filled his lungs with smoke and the fumes of dying soul Extinguishing the hopes of others And choked too late trying to…