I mourn at a crossroads But this is the thousandth crossing Just this week

I'm so tired Of the unequivocal drivel I'm still a victim dear Of the quiet and the rain And the shadow on my doorstep Of guests who never came Arrivals still postponing Bones still drenched in warnings Moaning out Such subliminal agonies Beneath fingers I can't feel Heights I cannot reach Feelings that can't be real Of when I held your hand And practiced in the mirror And what I meant was said And what I said you simply didn't hear Somewhere your sickness chokes me In that i

Please dumb it down for me I'm tired of playing Pretending I have any clue what I'm doing What's going on? How's it hurting? Hands over...

Unequivocally I need your touch Your love Your lust Inhale me In burning lungs Soaring eyes Let me be lost Layered up Break my bones...

When I bury my own needs and my own feelings to try to keep the peace I am left feeling like a ghost.

Open up Dysfunctional Sacred devils and Fallen angels Wounded beasts Healing heads Rising oceans and Hurricanes

I have built this place to get to her. Projected her like a shadow on my wall. A memory, a ghast, a shade, a thought. And from the fire...

Self-control asleep at the wheel Buried in the kind of task That carries only a sick appeal Back to sleep At arms length Never withheld Anxiety, the lash or the leash Another mouth to feed The sullen sun a soured star Growing to consume It has to be there Dirt under these nails Peel it all away Layer by layer of fear Far from the belonging sought Yet this isolation is a wish Hoping that you'll fall apart Completion a curse run from More selfish pursuits Burying the lead to be

Skittering ghosts Expressionist lines Down darker and deeper Find where it lies Sinking solemnity Inking this against my skin Making light of this Fatigue permanently setting in I till the soil of this garden I burn the fire in the pit I light the torches by the river I plant my seeds and wait Vaults that never see the sun Reaching with nowhere to go Sundered but still swallowed up Flavorless and malnutritional How I long to meet the tall grass If I only had the gold set asid

My Heart is Always Rushing It would be more painful to forget More empty to regret Already holding them close Held tight like petals pressed Shadows launching lengthwise But wiser men have always said To pick the flowers from the dirt And ne'er e'er rush in But my heart is always rushing The light from your eyes reaches mine Already like gravity I'm fallen A single spark, a tiny light I could be turned by one electron For you I'd settle on a spin Solidified if a bit particula

Mist Taken A wisp and nothing else Filled up with regrets Fretting with the best of them Melancholy and cut off Shelves all filled the...

Sometimes we mix ourselves a potion of memory and regret and find ourselves wondering what might have been. There is something a bit like...

Feeling pretty done with Summer... Tired of the heat Craggy arid landscape You can look out over what is left And see where water ran...

A poem about the pain and grief of a world with a disturbing inability to provide any kind of closure or justice to the victims of...

Drowning in Hours Maybe in the darkness You can touch the textures The stains on the uniforms unfolding And without eyes see truer colors...

Being honest with ourselves can be hard, especially in the age of social media where lies are mass marketed to us constantly. Is faking...

We're off the edge of the map, Jack Of Monsters and Margins Off the edge of the map Where monsters are in the margins The devils in the...

The seasons change. It can be hard to tell if we'll ever see the sun. Sometimes it's easy to forget, as we build ourselves up and lie to...

The Rock Echoes of this piecemeal thunder Crushing clanking gears of stone Unwieldy chains like words unspoken The ungodly strong...