Poetry · Writing

lonely chamber

i believe you only get one

one real shot

at changing the way the world spins;

so will wait

finger on the trigger

eyes pierced into a lens

sweat falling off my brow

ancy as fuck

watching the fire;

knowing there is only one in the chamber-

it won’t come back i’m not ms. jolie

so i have to make this count-

this world wasn’t meant to spin

counter clockwise

Poetry · Writing

choking gale

you talked

and i walked

i’d never let the air between us

hold our throats hostage

suffocate that will-

it’s the last thing;

i’d never;

most of the time i stutter and mutter

and wonder what’s on your mind

for i’m on the moon and i’d never leave you behind

fixating on tonight

i’m not a white knight

too many stains from rain

shooting through my brain

like i lost game seven an champagne

is rainin’ down-

it’s the last;


Poetry · Writing

witch before time

hard to picture time before you-

where the sky fell before the earth

where did people drown in sorrow before tears

and before wells carried life

before the nights ran long without the warmth of the son;

the son- before the earth

i see an island with a single tree

a flag with a crab

and a witch

cooking a dinner for two


Poetry · Writing

program: one way

just a program

tied hands and a panel for a face,




smashed escape until deleted

mind sweeper;

facebook for two hours

kayla got a puppy

that she stole from her ex boyfriend tyler

like, it was totally awesome



buzzfeed quizes

i am the king of the north

micheal jordan

micheal scott

moon walkin’ skywalkin’


and it’s black-

reminded the processor exist at your will

the fan comes to a swirling halt

and it’s quiet

Poetry · Writing

mermaid on seventh avenue

head above the water,

we were not all created equal,

she whispered.

can’t walk down my neighborhood without flashing lights on your rear

this pool is a blessing

for i am meant to be worshiped,

like a mermaid

you’ll never meet another

don’t bother

for i am your queen,

i’ll escort you, for with me,

you are a hazzard on my leash

Poetry · Writing

seventh club

the experience breaks fear-

found the experience at the tip of a card

now knives break against my skin

folding full houses and straights down the drain

but my knees still shake in the rain

quivering at the memories

traded for guilt

measured in nightmares,

at the tip of the card was a jack,

and now inside this club

try to scrub this sleep clean

before the fear breaks loose

Poetry · Writing

a lot

after you’ve lost your job and the world is crashing

what will you have;

when the night is swerving down the highway with a half empty glass

what will you have;

fresh off the books heading down the tunnel toward a chair and a needl

what will you have;

remembering those few days rowing down to the river with the kids

kids with a pole and some bait late in the evening with a catch

catch a memory the size of a tuna under moon before the long night

night, that night- we had it all