Why do you shut-in such a beautiful soul? Everyone admires you, I want you to know. Even the doubters who seemed not so loyal Chose you every time and anointed

Unconcealed Disfavor

All those times I waited for you Praying for that conciliatory chance Wasting away in a caffeinated crater Performing scenarios in a mental trance. A fool taking part in an

Myopic Culture

She calls it perversion. I call it beauty. Art comes in all shapes, sizes, colors, and designations. A photo of a man, woman, animal, or object, if aesthetically pleasing to

Game of Numbers

How many of us would they kill And leave in the streets Were we to threaten their riches? These leaders we so desperately follow They see us as part of

It Chases

This thing, it chases me. Everyday It never stops moving, a mental ballet. It chases the thoughts right into my mind And once they are conquered. It continues to twine.

Fade From Black

Please soften the sting of my hurting heart With your gentle and resolute healing power. A subtle smile or nod or gesture Can make so sweet what once was sour.

Dirt on my Name

I can’t be who I want to be No options remain, so I’ll just be me Goin insane All these things they rack my brain Imagination trumps information A tug


“Door slam” is a phrase originally coined out of the Myers-Briggs personality type indicator system as a means of self-protection, specifically for the INFJ personality type, where someone cuts ties

Shattering Star

Free me from this shattering star I once softly shouted to a stranger. Shady. Shunned. Shackled. Shhh. She said Desires deliver such a delicate danger. Pressure purposed to laborious life

Souls in Her Storm

Girl, I know you know you made a mistake, although you’ll never admit it. Not to me. Not to him. Not to anyone. You don’t need to. The past reaches

Grace Citation

Hi there friend, so here’s the deal. You need to know how you made me feel. Since you won’t communicate or offer respect. And your wolf is a cowardly piece

When it Rains on Mars

I took a slow, desolate walk on Mars today. Not a soul in sight, so I thought I’d stay. The red moist ground reminded me. This isn’t Earth with her

Soul Intubation

Stuck in this swirling pool of irritation. No single day passes without “what-if” thought. There’s no such thing as relaxing vacation. Mind found a mystery, but bondage was bought. Insignificant

Intuition Taxing

I smell deception like an unwanted scent. Feeling regret from emotion which once was spent. This lack of trust yields a choking hold. It perceives their intentions, perplexingly bold. I

Campaign Chasm

We struggle through life as our scars collide, when our paths converge, cross, and zip around frantically. The way we process and function provides a foundation, but experiences provide a

My Abyss

They all arrive with flashlights in hand. They’ve come to save me. Well isn’t this grand. As night closes in they circle o’er my pit. Staring down into darkness, into

Star Baby

Star baby star baby You’ll go so far Your crib is your vessel So reach for the stars It won’t be easy Stars don’t come cheap But the cosmos adores

Heart-Braided Rope

Shit hits the fan in a wet, sloppy thud. I cry out for help to my peeps and my love. But they just stand there, like they’re stuck in mud.

Gavel Feels

Why do they fear us? Have we killed before? Some murderous monster with a ghastly roar? Our ways seem uncommon and quite aberrant. While their judgemental gavel feels so inherent.

Your Box

Something happens and you see only a box. Face value is invaluable to you, so you assume you see something, perhaps a fox. You act with dexterity, but the joke

Prison Bubble

When in the snap of a finger, I am gone, I will be waiting for you, instantly. Out there, beyond that great big something… a sky… an atmosphere… a world.


You can drag my name through the mud. You have. Tell them all about the monster you think I am. I’ve tried to hate you because I needed to. I

Keep Dreaming 2018

It’s time for, you guessed it, my look back on the year that was, right after it was that year, the one which was, which I will write about now,

Societal Trope

Who are we that we can leave another person in anguish and despair, hurting? Leave them broken and in shambles after they’ve plummeted from a great wall? How do we