Category: poetry

  • Slogging across dewy fields of tall grass she faltered searching through mossy swamps she got lost in the depthsof her own thoughtsShe pierced herself on her own pointed arrow that she spent a good amount of her life staring at and sharpening with her mindAnd she perished this wayAnd the world kept turningand the grass…

  • Thin sticks walk through moonlighta leaf rolls forward and backwards trying to sooth the windbut the breeze is not yet ready for calm slumberA motor rumbles into earshot in the distance it resonates and hums against the canyon wallsThe girl hidden in the den punctuates this with her stammered silent echoesher hollow sobs ask a…

  • spit-song slit-sided journal entriesthe word freedom but half past the bravery it takes to spell it and no where near the bravery it takes to say it courage is a mad man’s practice he drives right off the cliff because he isn’t afraid to flyhallelujah is for the spiritually privileged if you can spell it…

  • the rat crawled slowly upside downhe hadn’t taken to his new stance yetbut the world already looked alteredand promising in its slanted and lingering perspectivesubways and freight trains rumbled and shook his pathbarreling overhead causing wavy lines to form in his brain and visionsbut he would not be shaken off this new orbitthe rat crawled…

  • dreaming without sleeping faltering she felland yet she flew and landed on a single petalwind through her hair found blinders for her eyesand still she saw waves of madnessthrough the moonlightthe silence wasn’t really therebut she heard it with words on the tip of her tonguenever spokenbreeze highcrouch lowsee farand hear nothing

  • come near and I will trip over some words a plaid promise that weaves in and outof different colorsuntil the story is toldapproach and wonder at the moonbeams falling through treeswhich point like leafy fingersto the starsdon’t cower in the shadowsyou will never be able to hear syllables drip from my mouth and hit the…

  • the 3rd step was not the first stepbut I took it anywayslowly but with strong willed intentionmy surefooted strength found soliditynot on rooted groundbut in a step on a stair not frequentedthe tool chest was old that made the 3rd stepbut the step was made welland in a strong measured fashionso I thanked the tool…