Category: Poetry

I counted every breath, every moment I was near her, for I knew that both moment and breath were gifts and she the vessel that shaped them.

She cried to the moon “let it rain” and her tears fell to the ground as she sighed and gave thanks for the darkness.

Her eyes, the palest of blue, stare back at me through strands of blonde hair and her cheeks are a map of tears, tears that she does not cry, that it breaks my heart to see as I hold her face in my hands and want nothing more than to hold her and tell her …

Jasmine sits outside my front door now, and I smell it as I look at the space between stars; I trace patterns in the black, shinning oil of the night sky, slowly choking on starlight and static. The sound of crashing waves has faded, along with the scent of her on my skin; even her …

This piece isn’t one that I wrote. Instead this was written about me, for me. I am standing on your shore stand with me your waters are dark and I shiver put your arm around me this is going to be hard I’ve tied the sinker to the line the bait, something I think it …

Another piece written for me by a different person. Cuts you in half, leaves you adrift before making you whole again with only words. Who is he? The one. The one with burdened shoes of black who catches breath, erases thoughts, transforms smiles into cries cries into smiles. Who consumes my thoughts? Touch electrifies my …

I saw the piece of glitter as I was standing there bowl in front of me, seat lifted and a steady stream of urine from me into it. It flashed at me,                aquamarine. The piece of glitter,                not the urine. Once it might have been said that the sparkly bit of metal had fallen perhaps from the …

the faces of my youth grow old yet I believe that I remain ageless, immortal,        and free from the dance of decay then the moment comes, that moment where I see that look in the eye of a girl I would have once too easily taken to bed the very same look I would have once …

maybe it was you that came to me or perhaps I went to you, I am not sure who called to who but I dreamt of you last night I fell in love with your smile all over again, it was as if I had never seen it before just like the smell of you …