There’s this sentiment, this lie, this need
stuck between the folds of my irises,
Laced in seamlessly with my eardrums,
Glinting off compassion and appreciations.
Your compliments strike my ears
the way chips fill my gut, fattening
my ego with empty calories.
I can’t ignore the love handles
in the mirror, not as I clasp the loose skin around my waist; it looks like a swallowed a car
tire whole. I...
I know what depression is,
A mind-addled sickness brought
On by broken wings, hobbled.
The same way love turns the
Eyes to rose, it turns the
Eyes bloodshot yellow.
My heart ached so much
Those days, pounded so loudly,
Striking hand held to breast.
Turgid pulse brought with it pain,
Twisted the world,
Inched me closer towards bitter shadows.
Years later, I sit with those memories
And remember ...
I have never felt like
More of an animal than when
I was on a school bus full
Of boys, a shaken jar
Of bees.
I had forgotten this feeling
Until recently, when driving back
Over a bridge from my grandparent’s house,
I asked my partner to put on
Credence Clearwater Revival.
I was feeling a particular blend
Of freedom and righteousness,
The kind which spurs the horses
Of justice, the same one
Which...
I was there, laying on
A mossy patch of rock
As a brook gurgled by,
Fresh with glacial waters.
Birds flew above earnestly,
Clear conscience on spread wings.
Tips of pine trees poked
Out holes in the smoke-filled sky
headed for the early afternoon Sun.
Tree blossoms picked
Up by the dense air twist
Away in the wind to welcome
The distant droning of
Sirens, growing until the
Forest itself slows do...
The dark, frigid waters
Are waters dark and frigid.
They’re cold, making
Them never warm.
It’s that way because….
Of something.
Since I was a whippersnapper
Ive known where I’m from.
That’s enough for me.
I mean, why do I have to express
Myself in this manner? It feels
Like I’m just making incomplete
Sentences to unclearly
Portray how I’m feeling.
Let’s be honest: most poetry
We call good would p...
When the Phoenix flames
Shine upon the rocks
Of Gibraltar, shaking
Their very roots to the
Core, you will find my
Eyes ablaze, carrying
Full purpose.
The day is coming;
A spark shall light red
Razor-feathers and
Cast beams bright
Enough to blot the Sun’s
Rays themselves.
And when meager times
Arrive, I will not wither.
I will be the candle which
Never fades, my resolve
The endless
Wick, the fuel...
Just out of my reach.
Beckon the words to the edge of my lips.
Interloping thoughts:
Bring me there,
Where little beauties
Are spoken in common
Tongues, pains and
Sorrows are swaddled
Away in palm leaf cocoons,
Sunlight splits into seams,
Shining pillars bathing
Undergrowth, coaxing
Worries away.
Bland sheaths of wheat
Aren’t grayed; they show
So thick with gold they
Summon memories of
Ancient g...
Love is the lie that keeps us alive.
It catches the string of our shirt
As we jump for the edge
Of the cliff.
The string will unravel,
Thinning all the while.
Foam will curl and
Spray; you’ll taste
of salt water stinging
Your eyes.
There you’ll strain against it, yearning for
the dark waters, beckoning you
with their mysterious
depths, all to no avail.
Love will pull you by
That single strand
of...
The fireflies flirted with the dark
Giving eyes to the shadows.
It was them who had seen
Me sneak into Mr. Gramintz’s yard
And swipe his golf club.
A different set of flashing lights
Now flood the driveway;
I remember it clearly,
The changing colors
Striking my father’s face.
In the corner was my shame,
Poorly hidden.
His child; cursed child.
He stood, his legs broad trunks
Anchored to the ground ...