Reaching out,
You touch us with sadness,
Like bruised skin.

Life’s hand,
Life touches us with needles,
Like thorns on roses.

Suns rays,
Sun touches us with warmth,
Like smiles on faces.

Reaching out,
I touch us with hope,
Like hanging on.

Life’s hand,
Life touches us with chances,
Like unconditional love.

Moons light,
Moon touches us with truth,
Like opened hearts.



Fragmented Self

I sit with poisonous premises,
Promises becoming pestiferous.
Letting demons drown in darkness,
Dissolution divides differentia,
Breaking whole into broken.
At my feet I am scattered segments,
Slicing sinlessness with slander.
My subtle skin seeming a lie,
I count myself as one,
A thousand splits.


Rhyming Raucous

Salty puddles, salty tears,
Dusty waters, muffled ears.
I hear words that sound like spears,
Jabbing claws, lightning shears.
I make sounds that mimic hope,
Climbing up, deep deep slope.
Rough and tumble on words I choke,
Spitting back, filter broke.
I cry out with piercing shrieks,
Reaching out, fire peaks.
Such loud sounds, my pen speaks,
Pouring out, relentless leaks.



Hey, look, over here!
I’m your easiest way out.
I’ll take your shame,
Your guilt,
Your own self doubt.
Just push it off,
Put it on me,
The ultimate escape route.



I breathed out eccentricity,
Full of life, the purest of breath.

You held yours in, afraid of judgement,
Rarely shaking hands with the unknown.

I spoke of positivity in the unconventional,
Hearing your voice spray of poisonous darts
Aiming to knock me down,
Calling out “taboo.”

I stood tall with shields of spirit,
Self love muffling my ears,
And I watched fear consume you,
As a thousand spiders fled your mouth.


The silent truth

There is a list of things I think about,
That never leave my mouth.
Behind teeth that act like barriers,
Honest thoughts are found
Lost. In the background of fear,
Sitting there spoiled,
They slowly decay.

I choke on sour truths,
Afraid to open my lips.


On fire

The heat between our skin
Burns of violent, sultry flames,
Sparking desire, an erotic blaze.

Our passion creates a wildfire,
Turning the sheets to ashes,
Igniting, two bodies as one,