Greenhouse of Sentiment

She looks in among the rubble and crumbling rooftops Scanning far and wide Laying her soul down in soil  Open to the possibility of another Her roots have began to wither away No water to help her grow  She is restless Seeking a new place to call home This greenhouse of sentiment Has become her…

In a quiet kitchen away from home

In a quiet kitchen, I recall my home There are no loud voices here No laughter in the house Just quiet pots bubbling and hissing away If I were to recall the way the island smelled I’m sure the fruit trees would be first There are no fruit trees here No one of my kind…

An Excerpt from Lilacs at Dawn

“The Hope We Sustain  Sometimes hope is like poison; it lingers in the body and mind, slowly breaking down all the things we want to keep sacred. It is bitter yet sweet. Hope is like the first kiss you have, waiting for it to mean something, only to realize that lips touching have never meant…

Fragile Monster

They break like glass in a china shop Holding fragments of who they were Who they once wished to be close to their chest Frailty has no power in this world Call it beauty Call it refined It is a lie Only monsters overtake the night Only demons live on to fight It is a…

Exquisite Sins

Lingering on a path of righteousness Lost on the edge of uncertainty  Can we begin to contemplate redemption? How slowly does our hearts heal? When grace is considered weak, When way leads into way? Where our paths meet? Shall we overcome the undergrowth? Or walk on cobblestones to hell? Damnation comes in flavors Strawberry for…

Derange

Oceans rumbling on sacred ground Removed from the presence of sanctity  How far must one wander for the truth? To tomorrow? Lies fester on open wounds Like flies without a home Derange chaos gone to the wind Blinded by an idea In the event of happiness Where do I begin to hope? If madness is…

Consummate Artist

Shaking in the corner of stillness It’s unkempt to bother such a soul Driven mad by the desire to create It blooms like wildflowers in the distance Make art worth seeing Marry an idea worth keeping Kiss a dream worth believing No. It’s easier to remain whole When an artist’s soul falls in love Blinded…

Bipolar

Sugar sweet satire Slowly seducing  Separation from reason

Abridged Tears

Blinded by the light of tomorrow I sow seeds of doubt  To gift to a stranger Continued without ending These are my tears  My fears of tomorrow I have waited by the bridge of no return Confused by a kiss that meant goodbye Here I lay, burdened by the light  And yet I still cling…

Hey June: June Goals and Musings

Well, hello there. I keep coming and going like a lover that has yet to make up their mind. Forgive me. Being in love with oneself and poetry is always a struggle to be more than words on paper. Some days, I fear, I will crumble like a forgotten memory, discarded by time and common…