Category: Poetry

Beginning to unravel the mystery of humanity, as the days bleed into the nights and without gaining insight or absorbing unused energy, everyone concluding what’s left doesn’t matter. For there’s nothing to feel, to see, to do, to be, or to hope for because sitting too long at a broken table with it’s legs cracked,…

Continue reading →

For the times I did not connect, I chewed my nails, creating blood at the corners of my fingers. It hurt me, but I kept going, kept chewing something away, for what I knew was anxiety created within me from a lack of understanding of me in the world. It wasn’t empty space I feared,…

Continue reading →

With everything I said and did, you misunderstood me to the point of blaming me for all of your hardships and things which you had control. Over the years I’ve gone back in my mind of how we evolved and split apart for good once it was clear you were a liar to keep the…

Continue reading →

When my thoughts poke out like wires, this is the part I hate the most. When my vision should be complete, but the emotions need attention. When trouble finds you and consumes me, knowing we don’t want this. When exhausted and irritable after a long day, the circumstance make us angry. When the eyes of…

Continue reading →

I have thought of many ways to kill you, beat you down, tear you up, cut you diagonally, and spit you across the room.       However, you were the one I touched not long ago, and the face I kissed before we parted ways, ours souls entwined forever in our dreams.   Now, …

Continue reading →

I saw you to be around ten feet tall. Maybe, eleven on a good day and twelve on a great day. Let’s be honest with each other.  I wasn’t there for your supposed height. It’s your mystery that mattered. Your projected image in public. I suppose your shyness took over. You turned your back to…

Continue reading →

Open the door and shove it inside. That’s where it should go. That’s where it will stay. Remaining in the dark. It grows. It contorts. It survives. It’s the ugly part I keep. Buried under my living conditions. Like a poisonous mushroom. I want it to be hidden. No one needs to see it. The…

Continue reading →

We knew. You didn’t have to threaten us. The poison ran deep in our family blood. It left indents whenever your fingers moved up and down our arms. Hatred led your cracked hand to that full syringe. You can’t pretend destruction never existed within you. There was no amount of stitches to close what you…

Continue reading →

There are many things that make you ask what the hell? But, if you want to be accurate, it should be written WHAT THE HELL? Some days you need to add behind it YOU STUPID IDIOT! And if you’re really feeling punchy, YOU STUPID, FUCKING IDIOT! But, this isn’t one of those times for you,…

Continue reading →

I looked it in the eye Right in the middle It was deep and black. When the flesh softens And the bones are intact It waits and wants. What a pretty face Not an oblong shaped thing That takes different names. It isn’t for everyone But inevitability come with a mouth That sucks you in…

Continue reading →

“Hang your head low, don’t look up,” those words were said to me. I had not the slightest idea what direction they came from, Or who said them. It’s not my time to disagree with the disagreeable, When my head hurts from all the living. As I made my way, I smelled the fires burning…

Continue reading →

I knew you consumed me. You were on my mind. When my eyes closed, you prevented me from getting rest. I knew you wanted to be close, but familiarity is better than risk. Our glances no longer mean much today. The lines on my face have disappeared. When your last breath was taken, my imagination…

Continue reading →

I know the itch I can’t reach. I know the one.  It’s on my back just far enough away. My fingers can’t get to it no matter how much I want to relieve it. I run to any person nearby to scratch it. She misunderstands me. I run to the next person, and he can’t…

Continue reading →