Let nacreous grace engulf reality
And illustrate a novel landscape.
Category: Poetry
Hydroponics & Purgatory
I’ll tend to these struggling roots,
And let loose one last dove,
In hope my anguish finds you.
And this broken branch is enough.
Expiration Dates & Dust
“Don’t mistake those oncoming lights
For a rarefied solar flare.
And don’t mistake a solar flare
For an insurmountable sign from God.”
From Martyr, To Mariner
Some people like storms.
I like people – & storms inside of them.
Fire Escape
Please. Burn with me.
Intentionally, without hesitation.
Spread my ashes.
Exhale your pain & let’s dance again.
Spare Chains & Trauma Bondage
It’s a stark, welcome truth;
A universe of controlled chaos.
Tortured beauty, stained-glass grace;
Torched their Lover’s deceit & beds of rot.
Erosion Control
I’ll drown in this naivety, but I’ll suffocate happily.
With your hand keeping me under, but your hand, touching me.
Sick Of You
When the muse has been amusing, and the artist runs out of ink.
I Miss When You Would Send Me Pictures
A glow from my pocket,
A second of your time.
For a second,
That second was mine.
Underground
But it keeps believing.
It’s ok, it’s alright.
A few words can slip out again — just for tonight.