Poetry · Writing

the wanderer

the wanderer has no reflection

a boulder tumbling down a road

left bloody by her wife

wonderous by her mistress

alone by her husband

the wanderer has no reflection

they; walk

to find


a no name feeling

a response to a question

on a dotted line

written in invisible ink

revealed by


the wanderer doesn’t know

if you know

and you see the wanderer

on the road you avoid most

let her know

she misses her wife

Poetry · Writing

wall puzzle; trouble ;bottomless dream

building a puzzle

without all the pieces

test my patience

buidling blocks surround my knuckles

science project and your the thesis

a little love and all my dedication;

that’s the kind of love

i’ve been dreaming of-

one bred of dreams

probably why the puzzle is never finished

different pieces every night

never waking up so by all means

maybe not forever just give me another minute

before stripped by daily light

Poetry · Writing

empty verse; live mutiny

i. watch. myself. through. a. window.

i lost my pulse

driving away in a hearse

my reflection is a curse

nothing but a blank verse;

i. wouldn’t. wish. this. feeling. on. anyone.

emptiness bred immunity

only one in my community

before banished via mutiny

leaving me with this opportunity;

let. me. leave. this. hell. i. called. home.

Poetry · Writing


i find myself closer to the bottom of the tool box

used only in extreme cases

every once in awhile

but forgotten when everything is good;

i get it

when the roof isn’t leaking

the drawer rolls perfectly

i belong in the tool box

just wanted to be more

Poetry · Writing

the one piggy that got away

raised with bricks

stacked high with a peep hole

just can barely see out

cold stays in

life stays out-

this was fine

no really i prefered it this way

all the big bads would come

brothers and sisters dissapear

but i was good;

pretended not to hear their screams

pretended not to care

pretended not to be home

that keeps me up at night

they rebuild out there

and i’m still in here waiting



if they can’t get in

how can i get out

seems air tight

so how am i still breathing

a dream of butterflys

shattering these bricks like glass

i’ll be gone- so fucking gone

maybe to find those taken

those that never had a chance

or to feel everything that i could only dream of;

i hear the big bads coming again

they can’t stop them

all i have our ears preparing for horror

it’s safe here

it’s safe here

Poetry · Writing

hollow being;

i remember screaming;

screaming in the middle of the intersection

no one could hear me

in a box of crystal

peaking out into thousand of faces

none shining back;

for a second

at the corner of her eye

i can see she looked

like lazer right through me

an away

the isolation

i remember the cold tips

of the ever lasting crystal


Poetry · Writing

stars and bars

you’re the baddest bitch

and you know it

everyone can see it

and this is the sales pitch;

stop playing.

i can see the practice

in the batters cage

straight to lights on centers stage

just to distract us;

i’m staying.

this world is yours

a seat for me in the front

my favorite scene i do my own stunts

above the stars and bars;

you’re slaying.