Ebb and Flow

Thoughts drip like rain upon a river,
Dropping words like fog and mist.
Water flows between and over stone,
Leaving a wet and forceful kiss.


Love poem (to myself)

I am not afraid
Of your heated, frosty bite
Or your icy, hot moods,
I embrace you always.

I am not afraid
When you turn away
Your eyes from mine,
I still hold your heart.

I am not afraid
Of your ‘weak’ spots
Or your ‘darker’ sides,
I want your vulnerability.

I am not afraid
Of what you keep inside
Or the thoughts you think,
I am not afraid to love you.


Hit and miss

Our communication leaves me
Covered in yellow bruises
Left by your attempts
To understand,
And you
Covered in red and grey dust
Splatters of my attempts
To explain myself.


Grammar Check

I miss how you held me
Between syllables,
Vowels touching consonants.
The way your hands
Slipped commas across my lines.
Now I notice you forgetting
To dot the i’s and cross the t’s
Even on important words,
And I sit here and wonder
Why you forget to proof read.



I cannot escape your cycle,
You’re poisonous, you’re a snake.
You slither over weak spots
With your sly and sinuous bends.
Your neurotoxic venom,
Infected yellow,
Drips halitosis from your fangs.
Devils spear,
Your sharp hissing hurts my ears.
Please, Let me find a place to hide,
My defenses are less violent.
My tiny teeth are innocence,
Painless daggers
To your mortal poison,
Sticky, acidic, piercing…
Like a crooked dagger
Through my heart.


I hope it’s you

I know one day all the things I keep inside will finally come out. I’ll be stumbling around trying to find someplace safe to put it and lock it up tight and I’ll trip face first over the mess I’ve made… I hope you catch me though. I hope you catch all of me. The tears and the secrets, the good and the bad will spill out and splatter, using our love as it’s drop mat. One day I will explode with pieces of my past and I hope you piece me back together like a puzzle you stay up late with. I hope you glue me back together with the same kisses you press on my skin after we make love. I want you to be the one to mend the parts that still hurt and to love the parts that have not been loved. I want you to be the one that knows all of me, but still falls more in love with me everyday.



I love the ways our bodies
Curve into each other,
The ways our hips rhyme rhythm,
How your words sing love
To the music of us.

I love the ways our hands
Intertwine as one,
The ways we silently sew
Our hearts together,
Making promises
One whole.


À la carte

Jealousy is an acidic first course
To a relationship that is, of course
Don’t forget the bitterness of past
Memories, from past relationships
How ironic that it pairs itself so stubbornly
To the sweetness of the now.



I feel defeated. I have been slaughtered in a war I was unaware was coming. I can see myself being forced wide open by something much more powerful than me. My insides spill red juices and fear pours out and kisses my skin like a razor blade. Cold wind stings my eyes saying, “Close your eyes, you’ll be okay.” I give in to the icy caress of winds hands, shut my eyes to the world…

and I fall.


Looking glass

I cannot find you where I once had,
Or I am finding you different than before.
So curiously, I dissect you
Peeling off your outer shell.
Raw and untouched,
Ripe and virgin,
I am just as afraid as you.

I cannot see you as I once had,
Or I am seeing you different than before.
Is dimension another barrier?
Or a bridge in which to cross?
How do I touch you now?
How do you touch me?…

I miss the way we used to be,
We used to see eye to eye.
I look at you and reach to touch
The glass just as cold as your eyes.
Such a pretty face despite your tears,
Your fears they drip like mourning.
Every morning I wake up to find you,
Only finding you still gone.


Two faced

Today the sky is honest,
Puffing clouds of grey.
But I… I look like walking colors,
Bursting auroras of rainbows and glitter.

Today the sky is honest,
Raining drops like deep blue words.
But I… I am in hiding
Inside words that sound of joy.

Today the sky is honest,
Pouring truths so raw.
But I…I am a deceitful
Inside a brilliant hued disguise.



Let us be flowers
Stretching our necks
Tall to the heart of the sun

We are thirsty
Let us drink the rays
That burn brighter than ours

We are hungry
Let us eat the nutrients
Others possess

We are…alive
We are not choking
We breathe the air that belongs
To someone else