Category Archives: Poetry
With Your Heavy Fists
Pull the words out from behind my eyes; they’re saltstained and tearfresh. Every time he looks to his right, there is bittenback fury — he’s so tired of hearing the same thing over and and over and over and over … Continue reading
Rhythmysticism
We are melting one another you and I we’re put together we are melting one another and we’re not one or the other where we all are put together where we’re liquid with each other when we’re lighting up another … Continue reading
The Holes That Make No Sense
Flick through the inner story of me, my tale, my closed self, where if you lick your finger and drag it over my surface, I will page for you (just don’t walk away in the middle of a chapter; the … Continue reading
Kingly
There is a king upon a hill, in silent sadness, sitting still. With tempest eyes and ragged air, He sits upon his royal chair. Afraid to breach the rocky wall, He’s never seen the sky at all. There He sits, … Continue reading
Remind Me
Remind me that I am more than this. Remind me, because I am fading. Remind me that I have something in my grasp, and I shouldn’t let go, or I might fall. Remind me that there is something other than … Continue reading