“I have held many things in my hands, and I have lost them all.”

The sun has set, the clouds rolled and every light in the neighborhood has clicked off. They are sleeping, or awake, who was she to know. It was quiet, chilled and stilled. And she can see every star in the sky. That’s when the whispers started. She turns to the diaphanous couple behind her. Their pale figures harsh against the dark...

The world is blacks and grays and whites. She has never seen a color, or a glimpse of pigment. The world is bleak and blanketed is wishes and wonders. You don’t experience the colors of the world till you meet your soul mate. And she has yet to meet hers. She goes for her morning run in a blur.

A nightmare woke her from the rare sleep she finds herself in. She cooks a meager breakfast and lets th...

It came to me like snails come to gardens: ready to consume.

It comes to me like a bird to the sky: ready to fly.

It’s coming to me like a fish to the sea: ready to swim.

It’s obsession

They whisper in the darkest of corners, that is should not think the way I do

Crazy, Insane

They glance and stare and shy their eyes away from the divinity.

The time is near and they refuse the to listen.

It came...

She can feel the eyes on here, feels every glance and peak and look. They feel like needle piercing the back of her neck and pulling every piece of hair off her head. Her friends are no where to be seen and the noise around her hit a crescendo. There are voices all around her, eyes following her every movement and dread in her stomach.

She can’t remember the last time any of these people said a w...

August 1st XXXX

The sun struck again. Bearing down on the boat like a mother on her dirty child. The crewman didn’t last an hour under our everlasting star. The sea water festers on the sturdy wood, shifting from one side of the boat to the other as the waves rock us to and fro.

There is no wind today, the sails are quiet and the fish scarce. We’ve been drifting for days and the bread has been g...

When Opening The Cupboard under the stairs

The first thing you notice is the gold

Carved deep in the wood is carvings that get repainted

Each by a new family every spring

The house is large

Two stories and old

The history is dark and dank

And the blood stains have long since began to rust

And no one lasts a year

The gold paint flacks to the floor

And when finally the seal is broken

It creaks pa...

The chess board is a place of black and white. Checkered from one square to the next. A place of sharp minds and witty places of where the next pawn lands. Where sacrifices are made and battle plans are drawn from one black square to the next. The pawns stand at the front line, all in a pretty shiny row of sacrificial soldiers standing vigil for their queen and king. Puppets with their strings con...

There is a burning in her chest, imaginary chains wrapping around every joint. Her muscles seize and shiver and shake. Not unspoken but unheard. Echos that drift from mountain tops and zip lines and a jump from a height. Let’s start with the apple.

It’s sits there. And she watches it, closely, slowly. For hours, days, weeks, months even. She watches it turn from red to brown to black….to dead. Th...

He had fallen into a haze of blood, duck, dodge, and kill. The sun was just falling off the edge of the world, when the battle finally started to slow. The castle had been breached at dawn, him and the queen had been separated early on when she had been riding the civilians out of the back city gates.

He knows she is around somewhere, can see the giant dragon circling above the battle field with ...

Poems aren’t really my forte

I get hung up on rhymes instead of words

But for him

My brother destined to die.

I promised to try.

From birth to testing to the wheelchair that sits in our kitchen.

The world showing ends

The progression speeds up

And now you need help to stand

I will always remember the day you were born

And I think

With the time fast approaching

I’ll always remember the day you di...