Battered, Broken, BruisedStatic and storms are bad combinations. Old wounds made new. Flesh made to turn yellow and purple. Time to get a story ready for the morning.
A Poem about Dead Things I LoveBeen vapour...this is all I can muster. Of Dirt and Love The greatest love to be known exists as a sad memory laid to rest. Reading out a list of sins that shackle me here, forever bound. As I run and pull my leash, I'm struck back to reality. No...See More »
A Poem About A Recent DownfallYet I Still Chase Words that cut like daggers, spoken true from out your lips. Innocent concessions chipping away at the foundation of sanity. Creating trepidation over every word causing doubt to grow as flowers. A garden planted to propitiate and...See More »
Suffocating In LonlinessDarkest Star In The Sky With outstretched arms I reach into the darkness around. Expecting to find comfort, but given only cold emptiness. I beg to have a light. One stable enough to guide me through. For my match is quick to fade, inviting back all...See More »
A Poem Written About A Very Dark Night180ft It started with a drink so red, which turned into a monster. One that crawled along this skin till it held tightly like a mother. It stumbled up to kiss the sky outside a door that never opened yet swung wide to give a feast of a freedom not...See More »
A Poem About A Flawed But Beautiful MomentThe Lover's Waltz in the Eyes of Bosco. Silver stars do twinkle bright. The night is cold and we are one. Mid way between our sulphurous holes, we stand waiting for a bus neither of us intend on taking. Roaring snow silences our regret, leaving us...See More »
A Poem of HeartbreakAsphyxiation at Midnight Roses withered, lush reds turned to decay. Stars fallen out of their crown in the sky. In dead silence, love is suffocated.
I Am InsecureHow do people get over their insecurities? Mines rule over me and pretty much ruin everything in my life. Relationships, sleep, projects etc... It's a constant barrage of what I'm lacking and how it's all gonna fall apart because of it. How do...See More »
A Coming StormA dark cloud hangs over the next few days. The question is, it is an actual storm or my perversion of clouds. I fear the worst. I expect it as well.
I Write PoetryI Dreamt of Fire I dreamt of fire and it burned out a star. Inviting shades and shadows of past promises to dance in the darkness newly created in the wake of this phantasmic supernova. They come dressed with culture but circle like wolves....See More »
I Am Trying To Become A Better Person Than I Once WasI have something good. I know this. I see it. I have someone in my life who is caring, loving, and giving beyond the scale and scope of which I am accustomed to. They challenge me to do more with my talents and celebrate my successes more than anyone...See More »
My Head Is On FireA Discourse on Discord and Faithlessness Beware the sound and symphony It wavers It bends Mute the will of brevity It stabs And rends Doubt the flight of fancy It spins A web Suffocate the memory No more Pretend. The quality of guiding light...See More »
I Write PoemsOberon (The Undeserving King of Summer's Love) They can change the seasons, make pure the room of rot, place a crown upon the fractured head, and calm the borderlining hue. With whisp that bends no willow but sways a raging head, emboldening this...See More »