Love is the lie that keeps us alive.

It is not beauty born to the tongue that speaks it.

It is not grace nor ease for those who invite it.

Love does not whisper with the subtlety of the wind, to kindly make its presence known.

It is not ubiquitous, as so often described, not many are even born from it.

It is not warm hands that keep away the cold waters of the Styx.

It sits quite nicel...

You have lost me, but I have not lost you.

My life and its reminants are all that you are still.

Live on a wire, dancing in my head with all indications of uncold, breathing, exuberance.

My body knows presently how it feels to hug you as I did when you were here.

The hot bubbles in my chest ready to explode into a distinct laughter that only you brought out, still sit here waiting.

Your l...

In that dark dead space where only rumbling and doubt can be heard, a soft voice beckons for the candor that would not dare seek out the light.

Quite daunting it is, sweet child of the night, but only until you allow the truth to find it’s sight.

Tell me dear, what is it that has brought you here?

Is it dread, is it guilt, perhaps it is shame?

Here, a small echo of pain is a sweet song for br...

I don’t know if I realized I belonged until the meaning of the word had to be reimagined by loss.

We all take something for granted in our lives don’t we?

I always thought my tribe would be here. With me. Until better I shall meet.

How entitled. To think they owed me their time, their ears, their care.

How self righteous to think they’re dreams should be supported only when mine preceded. Was...

Tonight I cried. My wailing and laughing echoed through the valley where my little home sits.

I walked a path only remembered by my little children’s size 5 shoes.

Every year when the last rain falls I fear the wet concrete will lose the power it holds over my memory. But alas it all came back to me even more evocative than before.

My old bones rattled and jumped when the sprinklers bolted on....

I’m sorry I couldn’t love you then.

It had nothing to do with you. I think you’re the kind of person that shakes this world up and changes it for good. I’m sorry people constantly made you question yourself, question your worth so that you were always trying to impress and were crushed when you didn’t. I’m sorry the people that should have loved you the most didn’t. Especially me. I was the crue...

The grass isn’t greener.

The air is thick and the clouds lay low.

A dried moat surrounding a once prosperous abode, dominates the landscape.

Within the trench lie memories scorned into the earth by hate and acrimony.

Virtue left unprotected, unnourished.

Here I find myself exiled by transgressions made unto myself.

Yearning for the lavish forthcomings of faith and assurance I felt I co...

To her it wasn’t something that elicited a bellowing roar or revenge to be had against every pair of lovers in the city. It was quiet. It was a harrowing pain deep in her chest. It was shame and guilt for wanting something so desperately she drove herself mad pursuing it only for her to be cast out and looked down upon by it. She tore the feathers off the wings on her back to be grounded but the g...

Do you think you’d be lonely without the company of your own face? To not know what it is to another. To feel so caged within yourself, to not know your own expressions or know they are a comfort to someone out there. Even the most inexorable vial rage can not seep through. Every person that looks at you sees a mirror to project what may or may not be there. You simply become an empty vessel for a...