ANY KIND OF HEAVEN

Tell me how to breathe In a field of hope I’m so used to the battle Anticipating the fights The enemy fire Tell me how to relax When the air is calm Not toxic or electric Or filled with jealousy How do I thrive In a world of peace When rage and fear Are the…

NO GAURANTEES

You can be made from stone And you might still crumble You can be made of songs And you might miss a beat You can be made of poetry And you might lose the words You can be made of color And you might be in the dark There are no guarantees None

MY FINAL BREATH

There is a field filled with small summer flowers. They feel soft beneath my bare feet. At first it’s all I notice. Color being crushed beneath my toes. Resilient little flowers. Not left bent and broken but springing back to life in my wake. Then sound. A rushing. Like a waterfall. A large, fast river…

TURNING TABLES

I can feel you Slinking around In my periphery You’re waiting For me to search My surroundings To find the cause Of my unease You’re loving Every second Of my discomfort But… My apprehension Isn’t real I am playing To your fantasy I secretly delight In being the one That’ll expose The terrors You’ve planned…

I FOUND GOD IN THE SPINNING

Sometimes, as I lay under a clear night sky, I will imagine I’m a star letting the quiet absorb the sound of my flames.  I begin to feel the loneliness of it.  The sheer desperation to connect burns so bright inside me that I am like a flashlight searching across the universe for someone to…

SLOW REALIZATION

She had been lying on the floor staring at the ceiling for some length of time.  The sun had come and gone and the day had not made any new marks upon her recollection.  Realization would come.  But not right now. Eventually she would fall asleep and dream about screaming cats and falling rainbows.  Hordes…

DRAGONFLIES AND CHOPSTICKS

Many years ago I bought my 7 year old daughter an  Oragami kit.  After dinner one night she decided to open it.  She made me a cup and a paper airplane.  I remember thinking to myself how fun it looked and asked her to hand me the Oragami book so I could find something amazing to make.…

UNENDING LOVE

I still believe in the magic of true love. Ice crystals formed White lace spiders Spelling out her name The house was dark The windows dirty Residents long gone She came to the house Decades ago a child Abandoned At the age of three Just another mouth to feed She came here Met the man…

LIFTING MY SOUL OFF THE PAGES

I don’t want to be trapped On the pages I’ve written A place where old scribbles Stare back in taunting rhyme Or be buried and entombed With the regrets collected Stained mosaic memories Reminding me of places I had once been confined I don’t want to be consumed By the heartbreak or deceit Spawned by…