The Abandonment of Man

There is something eternal about the way his eyes looked at the room. I could hear worlds building and rupturing as the gears shifted with his gaze around the room.  He was silent, taking in the perfection of the moment. Steady in his breathing, patient with himself. It almost looked like worship. Like God had…

Boston’s Gale Thinks Very Little of My Winter Coat

The wind whips through the trees as they bend at an uncertain angle. Trees were never meant to bend like that, and yet they do. It must have been the evolution of the trees that allows them to adjust so much to the disrespect of Boston’s wind. I never knew trees could bend like that…

My Heart Rejoices

I sit in a corner and watch my life burn Little flecks of who I used to be goes up in flame My heart rejoices I should wash away my remorse with fire Cleanse my soul with the embers of tomorrow My soul rages I sit in a field and watch the sky flicker With…

I close my eyes and forget to breathe

I closed my eyes and forgot to breathe Like small snowflakes on a winter’s eve That linger in the wind Caressing the cold air I raise my head to face the night’s sky I am alone here Abandoned by reason and time I unfold myself into little pockets of reality I am free here The…

Things are breaking

Things are breaking Things are changing I am becoming undone By the lies behind your smile My heart is empty My mind is numb Breaking to the sight of empty words By the lies behind your smile If I could tell you How my breath hitches in my lungs How it gets caught in my…

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…