They’re green now, your eyes, portals to the waters filling Caribbean reefs; usually filled with brooding, churning fog, how refreshing it is to see them match the vastness on distant shores.

So delicate, your porcelain skin; my fingers flutter, yearning to feel their silk, yet remain incapable of shattering the pristinity, brought by layers of makeup covering thinly veiled scars.

Scars which ca...

There’s this sentiment, this lie, this need stuck between the folds of my irises, Laced in seamlessly with my eardrums, Glinting off compassion and appreciations. Your compliments strike my ears the way chips fill my gut, fattening my ego with empty calories.

I can’t ignore the love handles in the mirror, not as I clasp the loose skin around my waist; it looks like a swallowed a car tire whole. I...

I know what depression is, A mind-addled sickness brought On by broken wings, hobbled.

The same way love turns the Eyes to rose, it turns the Eyes bloodshot yellow.

My heart ached so much Those days, pounded so loudly, Striking hand held to breast.

Turgid pulse brought with it pain, Twisted the world, Inched me closer towards bitter shadows.

Years later, I sit with those memories And remember ...

I have never felt like More of an animal than when I was on a school bus full Of boys, a shaken jar Of bees.

I had forgotten this feeling Until recently, when driving back Over a bridge from my grandparent’s house, I asked my partner to put on Credence Clearwater Revival.

I was feeling a particular blend Of freedom and righteousness, The kind which spurs the horses Of justice, the same one Which...

I was there, laying on A mossy patch of rock As a brook gurgled by, Fresh with glacial waters.

Birds flew above earnestly, Clear conscience on spread wings. Tips of pine trees poked Out holes in the smoke-filled sky headed for the early afternoon Sun. Tree blossoms picked Up by the dense air twist Away in the wind to welcome The distant droning of Sirens, growing until the Forest itself slows do...

The dark, frigid waters Are waters dark and frigid. They’re cold, making Them never warm. It’s that way because…. Of something. Since I was a whippersnapper Ive known where I’m from.

That’s enough for me. I mean, why do I have to express Myself in this manner? It feels Like I’m just making incomplete Sentences to unclearly Portray how I’m feeling. Let’s be honest: most poetry We call good would p...

When the Phoenix flames Shine upon the rocks Of Gibraltar, shaking Their very roots to the Core, you will find my Eyes ablaze, carrying Full purpose.

The day is coming; A spark shall light red Razor-feathers and Cast beams bright Enough to blot the Sun’s Rays themselves.

And when meager times Arrive, I will not wither. I will be the candle which Never fades, my resolve The endless Wick, the fuel...

Just out of my reach. Beckon the words to the edge of my lips.

Interloping thoughts: Bring me there, Where little beauties Are spoken in common Tongues, pains and Sorrows are swaddled Away in palm leaf cocoons, Sunlight splits into seams, Shining pillars bathing Undergrowth, coaxing Worries away.

Bland sheaths of wheat Aren’t grayed; they show So thick with gold they Summon memories of Ancient g...

Love is the lie that keeps us alive. It catches the string of our shirt As we jump for the edge Of the cliff. Falling, the string will unravel, thinning all the while. Foam will curl and Spray; the acrid taste of salt water will sting Your eyes. There you’ll strain against it, yearning for the dark waters, beckoning you with their mysterious depths, all to no avail.

Love will pull you by That sin...

The fireflies flirted with the dark Giving eyes to the shadows. It was them who had seen Me sneak into Mr. Gramintz’s yard And swipe his golf club. A different set of flashing lights Now flood the driveway; I remember it clearly, The changing colors Striking my father’s face. In the corner was my shame, Poorly hidden. His child; cursed child. He stood, his legs broad trunks Anchored to the ground ...