Black not the color of fawnish mourning

Naught but flag for surrendering

Great throes of peace are wasted on me

White

Wiped clean

With innocence

I carry a distaste

For the taste of olives

And am no more dignified

Than a common pigeon

Wings flap clumsily

Shot down easily

So fetching to

Fletching

Holes in wings where feathers should be

Dipped in crimson ink bloody

Feathers for quills to sign trea...

To avoid a rose

Is to never glimpse

Soft petals

Stifling, sweet aroma

Unable to hurt

Beyond reach of claws

Rooted deep in earth

Each lonely, singular

Love is pointy

Painful to the indelicate

Reach too far

Get hurt

To fall upon love

Is to be pierced

By Cupid

His arrow barbed

Finger outstretched

Ruby bead gurgling

Lava squeezed from

Blue canals

Why covet the rose

Out of every bud

Pretty and p...

The thing about rush hour is that it proves itself to be anything but a rush.

Carriage after carriage pumps bright scarlet flags high in impatience. Hand-held honkers, like that of a band, are decked out in exquisite, dented brass. Each rage-filled squeeze of the dusty rubber bulb on the end contributes to quite the symphonic score of dissonant squeals. The sheer amount of air being thrust throug...

Poetry is simply words

Strung into imperfect lines

Some, meticulous meter’d

Others fondly embrace rhymes

Poets’

Poems

Resonate

Meaning fills

Voids in hearts

Poetry is word art

Pleasing to the eye

Notice the arc of this

The mountain I provide

Perhaps you dislike sentences

Have paragraphal feuds

You long to break free

Miss the freedom of no rules

Or are you cookie cutter

Yet forming your own shap...

It wasn’t a message. Not picture nor word. Just a sound. Nothing more. It was high pitched, grating… eerie. It didn’t vary much, but you could tell it was a human scream. Or at least it once was. Its tones had clearly been twisted into dissonant antiharmonies, autotuning out any imperfections in pitch. Each change was intentional, puppeteered. Impossible. You could make no sense of it. It wouldn’t...

Jenla and Barth were shivering in the brisk windy breeze, teeth chattering like dancing skeletons. Jenla pulled her balaclava up further over her face, obscuring her numbing nose and rosy cheeks. Barth opted for frosted snow glasses and a thick winter scarf. They pulled their puffer jackets tighter, concealing their cold-pale hands and their weapons. Barth risked a worn gloved thumb in hopes that ...

Her soul is chartreuse

Fresh avacados

Lemon lime juice

Highlighter green

All covered in yellow

A violent moonbeam

A spritz of Febreeze

A Clorox wipe

Sickly snot sneeze

Vibrant radium

Clock on the wall

An underripe plum

A grassy hillside

Rita Skeeter

A cool new ride

Growths of algae

Bioluminescence

Foxfire fungi

A hint of saffron

Chlorophyll

Some fire engines

Tennis balls

Shrek and the Grinch

Gr...

Take a step

As I roll the dice

A burble of laughter

Warmth in the ice

You say you’re near

As you always are

But never I dream

You’d step so far

I watch your heart

As it crystallizes

Buried deeper

Under layered vices

Frozen-over tundra

So barren, cold

I reach for your warmth

Have nothing to hold

But I’ll find you yet

I’ll thaw blackened ice

I miss you so much

Come in, dear, it’s nice

I wish to shr...

The tortoise was a dusty old thing, barely hanging onto life. Its toothless maw gaped slightly in that puckered sort of way, parched of the youth it yearned for. Each wrinkled step was arduous. Aimless. There was no reason to keep on walking. Yet it did. Step after heaving step. One stalky stump in front of the other. That was all there was left to do. The only sparks of joy left in its life were ...

A year ago today

I was a child

Fireworks

Shell shock

BooM

Not war

But war inside

Right outside

The window

BOOM

The floor

sHoOk

Windows RAttLEd

It was pretty

jarRIng

Too much

Too little

To fill

The gaping

Hole

In my

Heart

A strange place

Strange feelings

Strange times

I never meant

To leave you

In the past

The year was gone

And so were you

Two

Thirty

One

Will forever

Be engraved

Imprinted

In my ...