Tuesday, October 11, 2016


My soul is black as the night is long
and I can find no reason to smile.

I've been dropping weight -
A shell,
pouring itself onto the jagged rocks below

Debris of my life
for seagulls to contemplate and bicker over

But when I'm fully gone...
When I'm nothing more than a
withered husk
billowing in the sand

I beg of you,
Don't let me live alone

Thursday, July 21, 2016


Forgive me father, for I have sinned
I have fallen into capitalism and am 
tired of searching for 
blood in the 

My children have forgotten your name
But I am not sorry.

I lie in filth
Blood frothing with every cough
There are no answers for me
Alas, I have more questions!

Where is my love when the 
world has gone cold?
Where is my hope in a god
that is dead?

People stopped believing
I stopped caring

I met a man the other day
I wanted to be his bride
My ring lies in a 
thousand pieces
Scattered around my shower drain

I still feel his warmth beside me
Feel him inside me
Gripping my skin

Oh blessed father
I live in sin
I believe you hold no salvation
My blood smears these pages
Sanctifying my signature

I am the forsaken.


in the passenger seat
the mists creep into my brain
as the lights draw lines in the sky
you watch me
silent, beautiful one

in a crowded restaurant
my thoughts wander...
trivial fragments you love to hear
but my silence echoes off noisy walls
and you wonder.

now I sit and watch your soul
my artist
your appreciation
my tired eyes falling before you
"are you in there?"

chop off my mane - I'm finished
life as a house in reconstruction
but you are there
silently watching, wondering
if perhaps....perhaps I'll create art

art for the artist
pastel colors creating something deep
something other than what they were intended
but you love it
because it's me

in your passenger seat
I quietly reflect
we are alone, together
as I am in your mind...for once I'm understood
because it's you

Wednesday, June 29, 2016


Snow twisting me up inside
A palindrome of movement I can't escape
Lost in darkness only I see
Longing for freedom from my mind -
this prison

When did the hour grow so long
The world, dire. Unavoidable
There's no one left
And thus, I say goodbye

Cutting into the flesh I weep
I want these scars
Please tell me I can save these scars

Haughty, desperate
The blood pooling in the white afternoon

Forgive me 

Saturday, June 25, 2016


This is my last confession
My last words before your blade falls

Justice is served.

Know that I did it for you
For your freedom; for your choices
For the hope that after me you will prosper

This was my sacrifice, my crucible

My son, little lion,
I dedicate this final death to you

Eleven down...
I'm the last.
The last and I've killed my brethren

No one should live this way,
Trapped by apathy

That's all he was
And I, broken
just wanting to right the wrongs

I stand before you now
I'm not sorry and I'm full of regret

No more tricks up my sleeve
No more knocks at my door
Sweet oblivion, be my savior tonight 

Sunday, May 1, 2016


Softly treading,
she's learned to make no sound.
She walks alone at twilight
a perfect end to an imperfect day

Through the saffron glow
she watches
streetcar delights with men named

Behind closed doors they kiss their
wives but out here they're happy
Something she has never known
A closed book in a life of regret

She envies their candor

The mist makes soft waves
enveloping her in warmth
and comfort
Silent reflections of a dream