Bone Fragments

I have boxes of bone fragments I need to sort through and store away. They used to be full skeletons, but through the years that pass me by-- and even in the present-- today, On my highest closet self in the safest lock-box, they continue to decay.

For Travis

In but a fleeting moment, I caught a breath of the freshest air– a glimpse of a vibrant creation. Tragic its light was so brutally extinguished. With my own eyes, I saw it. Alas, this broken soul could not touch its warmth. These restraints held too strong. * From my poetry book Restless Reflections

Mortality

We cannot slow it down, the swift river flow, that passes through this town, like time.   Its focus remains forward, no matter the weight of distractions we constantly toss into it.   Sad that my years too flow through me, indifferently.  

Entice

So good on the surface does the warmth feel as it beckons to the bloom. The perfect ruse. Entice the flower’s soul just enough to open it up, then choke it with an icy breath until it shrivels. Magnificent. *from my poetry book, Restless Reflections.

Looking Back

He was never that guy that made my nerves implode His eyes were like oceans that hold endless horizons. He was a sunny day, and I once soaked in his rays A safe and warm home that I once called my own. He never made me lose any sleep. He never made my appetite weak.... Continue Reading →

Reminder of What We Were

Old poetry from all those years ago, Awakens feelings in me That won’t let go. I’ve thought a lot about this, Just so you know. I think I understand now What I should have already known. My memory plays tricks on me, but I can not deny what was written in those days in which... Continue Reading →

We Never Get Snow Down Here

I watch with the morbid curiosity that comes with being twelve as they carry your body out of your apartment. The blanket is sliding off your corpse as they struggle to get you down the stairs. What happened to body bags? You helped me make cupcakes once. Cupcakes for my school bake-off sale. Now you're... Continue Reading →

Love, Not Like

Sure, I love you. But that’s no reason for you to boast. Because that doesn’t mean I like you. Not even close. I don’t like anyone I love. Should you ask me why, then I’ll show you my scars the others have made Then I’ll show you the ones that came from your blade. Featured... Continue Reading →

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