I think of a god they call December

I think of a god they call December Cold and distant to its fame Winter in the plains Massacre to the crowd Forget its name Riddle the valleys with despair Oh December, bitter and cruel just the same I think of a god they call December A distant joke from spring A forgotten lover Abandoned…

A Cup of Disaster

Flimsy ideas of justice decay at my door I breathe in once more Was it from the laughter that we die? Or the sublte feat of disaster? I hope to know such an answer White lies lay dormant on my tongue. They plague my consciousness Like moth drawn to a flame Forgive me once more…

A Free 30-Day Poetry Journal

Hey and hello again. I wanted to give you a gift for poetry lovers and writers. I made a free 30-day poetry journal to help those who want to write but just can’t seem to come up with the first sentence. No worries. I made each page a little different with prompts and a section…

Oh Fickle is My Mind

Broken Van Goghs lay on the Sultan’s floorScatteredMared with the blood of a lover Tell meWhat’s the beauty of desireAnd where does it all go? Are we built on the lust of anotherWanting the things we may never haveOr you we titter on the edge of insanity Agonizing over our distant futureGenerations yet to comeAs…

He Smelled Like Forever

( A repost of my favorite love poem. Happy Valentine’s Day!) He smelled like forever As if forever could be measured by time He smelled like an eternity Of sunshine Beautiful rain as it would seem A subtle combination of uneasiness That was his scent He carried it like an old picture Battered around the…

A Lover’s Concern

I have begun to wonder That if by now you have fallen in love with my imperfections And if so Would it be okay it there were also bruises

Phantom Speakeasy

Phantom speakeasyRhyming off reasonLaying victim to the dark Tell meWhen has the world ever listened to your pleaEloquent soliloquy fallen on deaf ears No sign of reliefDistant screamingTearing away at my sadness Phantom speakeasyDisturbing the silenceLoud sounds in a quiet room Breaking down my walls of grandeurMundane thoughts plague meThe common tongue bears its fangs…

Soliloquy BLT

Give me two warm buns, slightly toastA silent plea to my flaws and insecuritiesTwo is often better than oneExcept in case of an emergency Condiments come next, just like the spice of lifeWide width of various, shapes, and sizesHiding the flavor fluent in broken tones Lettuce, or call it lechugaAn Authentic latina brings her own…

It’s the knocking

I knock on doorsRattling my fist to the sound of distressWill they hear me?With soft whispers and sighsMy voice doesn’t reachMy fist weak from knocking I try and try againThese wooden blockades do not scare meIt’s the knocking that goes unanswered that does me in Hey lovelies, Your favorite little lost squirrel here. I know…

The Avocado Plant and The End

This morning I plucked my avocado plant by the stem and threw it into the trash. BAM! Gone! It was so easy to dispose of, but why had I decided to grow an avocado plant in the first place? In truth, I have always wanted to grow a plant from seed to full-blown produce. But…