Sands of Troy

We found love on the sands of Troy. For a short moment, I was cured of myself. Now I am not so well. You were my antidote, my cathartic catalyst; I found my freedom in you. But now this heart’s in cages and the tide is coming in on me. We found love on the … More Sands of Troy

Tattoo Sleeve

she wore her heart, on a tattoo sleeve. her feelings inked, all a jumble. from poetry, to lyric art. these words she couldn’t mumble. eyes almost dead, glistening with tears, not one emotion read. her lips sealed shut, tongue in a knot, no words could be said. she wore her heart, on a tattoo sleeve, … More Tattoo Sleeve

A Tale – 4.24.2018

First; he touches you and you light on fire. your wrist blazes where his fingers meet your skin. the burns don’t show, but it’s hard to breathe with ash in your lungs. it’s so hard to breathe. you’re suffocating daily.     Second; it hurts to watch him. he shines. he’s brighter than the sun. … More A Tale – 4.24.2018

Rogue Planet

  there are Jupiter-sized planets called rogue as predicted by an authentic astrologue. they roam around the galaxies on their own without a star or sun to call home little do we know about them one might say that they are filled with mayhem or perhaps filled with flowers of diamond dust but for flowers, … More Rogue Planet

A Song A Bird Sings

There’s a song a bird sings Outside my window Every morning and evening Per my reckoning, It welcomes the joy of the morning Whilst the sky blooms like a tender flower of lotus And it also farewells the twilight of the evening Whilst the sky closes like a tender flower of lotus All the while … More A Song A Bird Sings

The Photograph

They say that the time never stops But didn’t they tell you that I can even stop drops? It’s me, the photograph, who’ll hold you Till the time it gets better, even if the time flew People say that I’m just a copy, just an ‘it’ But I’m capable of holding moments, making everything lit … More The Photograph

Death Be Sweet

  I possess no soul I possess no mind I am the wanderer Of the dead forest I am the black bird Who sits on the highest branch Of the empty tree In the spring I am the dead drunk On the midtown subway pavement That you cringe at I breathe while the earth sighs … More Death Be Sweet