Look at me, in a way that makes me feel like you have ripped out my secrets and stored the bloody pieces in your pockets, proudly and with the intention of making them yours too. Touch me, in a way that makes me lean in, with out thinking. That makes me inhale you, like a … More Don’t Fall
When I was a young girl, I would wish I could be invisible, to the eyes that looked for me in the dark of night. My bed was not my imaginary princess castle; It was the birth place for evil. A grown man’s twisted mind, my small body he did find. I was four. He … More Child’s Voice
Listless, Restless, Benign and numb. Heavy hearted. Detached. Unlatched. Falling. Resisting. Insisting, on enlisting every emotion already in motion, to paint pictures. Join the dots On what I have lost. Or, what I gave up. Say something. Moan. Groan, anything to show me that this isnt permanent.
I mapped your face, like the Egyptians mapped the stars. I knew every part of your face, your mouth and your hands. Your legs. In my bed. Spread. I made you read to me, just for the sound of your voice. I needed you, like a traveler needs a compass. Like a nomad needs water. … More Mocking Bird DOWN
If I could peel back the skin and crack open your ribs, snap them clean off, like the brittle bones of a long dead carcass.. What would I find, behind the flesh that spared you transparency? A heart? Or a blackened and charred lump that’s smell would confirm the image your eyes gave away? The … More Lesson Learned.
So, about 7 or 8 years ago, I held one of my brothers girlfriends up against a wall by her throat. I am only 5ft tall, and I remember locking my elbow so that her weight didn’t buckle my arm. I had been silently hating her with more venom with each encounter we had. She … More Temper, temper. The things people remember…
Drag my face through this place that I have seen before, but do it once more, because I am a sucker for punishment. Repeat your lies, with your big blue eyes, feign the open palmed unintentional harm. I will give you more space, to lay it all to waste, with no thought and no sorrow, … More Guessing Game, All the Same
There are moments, when I am doing nothing of any importance, or I am engaged in a conversation, or even when I am mad busy with work… and I am forced to pause because a collection of thoughts and realizations hit me. The equivalent of a 12 car pile up on the fast lane on … More 12 Car Pile Up of the Brain
There are days, like today – where I run through that phrase ‘People who are really crazy don’t know they are crazy’ in my mind, and I think of all the times I have been called mad, or that I have wondered if I am. It is a serious ‘point’ of thought for me because … More Crazy Talk
Star gazer Bully hazer Spirit talker Coal walker Soul of black Sold on crack Bright red bleeder Wound healer Barely out-running Those are are gunning for this life. Of mine. Demons glowing Behind eyes, knowing how to rig the game of truth vs pain. Bending time Falling in line with the bellows of the fallen … More Break
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CRIME WRITER
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I Kill My Own Spiders
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A few new poems every week. Haikus on Sundays.
Mocking Bird Down 