Losing streak

Not for the meek

Until one day

Win you may

Win

Begin

A streak

Not for the meek

To become rich

Don’t we all wish?...

I was just walking down the street

Having my purse over my shoulder

Until all of a sudden, I got hit

Punched in the face

By some random guy

Wearing black clothes and a black ski mask

He pushed me to the ground

Kicked me in the face

Kept punching

Kept kicking

As I kept bleeding

And kept getting bruised

Until I lied there

Unconscious and beaten up

On the hard, cold sidewalk

Without my purse

I wa...

Golden covers

Discarded in brown paper shopping bags

Plucky girl detective

Left by the little free library

old clocks and hidden staircases on

Dog-eared and foxed pages

Armfuls of treasures

Carried home...

You showed me the truth of things that no one else see’s

A terrible truth of who you really are even if no one believes

I’m thankful that you could at least be honest with me

You confuse others while I can put you together with ease

I tolerated your place in my life until I could finally leave

Whenever I start to doubt, you only continue to deceive

Without you in my life I am so much more h...

Sweltering heat. End now in sight.

Girl pushed. Now everything alright.

Bars warm. Door ajar. Hansel gasped.

Hand in hand. No time has elapsed.

A chicken bone. Gum drops. New world.

Woods not as dark. His lips uncurled....

he smells

like the smoke

that rots lungs

and he’s right

in my room

near my bed

i don’t know where

febreeze is

but i need it desperately

hiding in

mom’s room,

safe from

that awful smell

before i start

to panic...

We found ourselves at each other’s throats again on this plain Tuesday night.

Such an odd thing it is, hurling such disparaging remarks at a lover over something as simple as a dirty plate left out overnight.

Because beneath the soured face and bared teeth you present to me now, I see what each day with you offers.

The sensation of fingers uniting with my own, accompanied with the usual peck on my...

It will end

As all things do.

Your favorite song

And story, too.

The blessed sun

Of spring and summer

Gives way to cold,

Deep and blue.

It will end

As all things do.

Every shining star

That crowns the sky

All meetings with

Loved ones and friends,

Must take their close

With soft goodbye.

It will end

As all things do.

Each nightmare and

Each sorrow.

Though pain may stay,

It passes through.

It, ...

Dust bunnies invade at the worst time,

Smothering surfaces with grey grime.

Yellow cloths and feathery dusters flap,

There’s always more hiding until tempers snap.

Dust all day with the windows open wide,

Somehow little dust bunnies hide.

But despite the sneezes they trigger,

It seems that breaths taken are bigger.

When the little motes settle and are gone,

Lungs stretch and relief is like the...

Put these walls up,

Brick by brick.

Wondering if all it will ever stick,

And fill this chipped cup.

Nice and tall,

To keep naysayers at bay.

Filling mortar when i see grey,

Hiding before a fall.

And then your heart,

Started to beat in this sanctuary.

Alone you did not wish to carry,

So I took the wall apart.

Peeling these walls down,

Meeting after all life wished to take.

We shall never ever d...