Category: Poetry

I want to be living in Beverly Hills where everyone is smiling, always happy and content. Their lives are so better than the ones I have lived. I know it to be so, I can see it on their faces because plastic smiles bought with plastic cards cannot tell lies. The sun doesn’t shine on …

Bruce Springsteen plays on the radio as hipster kids talk about Michael Kors bags and smoke Marlboro Reds over coffee shop Italian Sodas. They all wear Vans or Converse and push their fake Ray Bans into the collars of their shirts. I understand the words they are saying but so quickly lose interest in the …

I wonder what she is doing, new house, new husband, new life. Does she remember the place, where we shared dreams for the first time? Does she remember the moment, that I first told her that I loved her? Do I ever cross her mind?

He spoke to his shadow and told her he had never wanted to be in this place again. She asked him about heartbreak and he replied that heartbreak only had a place to call home when you allowed yourself to fall in love; and she told him that had been his first mistake. He cried …

We stood there, in front of the house, talking, when all I wanted was for him to be gone, far away from me. I paid my dues though, hiked up my pants and smiled as he spoke and agreed when he wanted me to. He wasn’t standing in the shade; eye squinting in the bright …

I tore her wings to shreds, the street was littered with feathers like blood flowing down the road; an image of poetry more perfect than has ever been written. I know, because she felt the pain of that singular gesture. Later, she sang Lana Del Ray’s “Video Games” to me as I sat on her …

An antique motorcycle comes to a stop in the dark, the antique man that rode it crouches down in the bushes so that the desert strays can come to him, like he is Christ come to save their souls. He isn’t there to save them though, he feeds them so that his soul might feel …

An exposed wire, arching with current determined to make a connection, searching for the thing that would ground the energy, bare copper stripped of insulation, of the protection it had once afforded. The thin strands of its being had been tightly wound, braided together into a single path. She had come and peeled away that …

your voice blurred into static drowned out by the hum of the headphones i wore and for a time i felt you there in the spaces between beats until even that began to pale it all became half heard half seen half felt half remembered moments until even the scars faded memories confused with fantasy

I am not her Prince Charming, she will never be my queen. I feel all the right things and have said all the right words, held her tight and told her that I love her, promised her that it would all be worth it, that I would do everything to make her happy if she …