Tag Archives: poems
I search for the angels You can always tell them apart The ones with starry windows For eyes burning Plasma to light The darkness in Their hearts And I know They’re angels when I see dimensions collapse in their eyes … Continue reading
Here lie the wild flowers of my fractured soul, grown from plots of 12 pt. Times New Roman soil. – forever a gardener of words
Listen carefully: if you breathe into the seashell of my heart you’ll hear hurricanes and disheveled waves muting a lonely song that I know your … Continue reading
Spiderlike, I spin silver to catch feelings that taste like my image in mirrors.
This evening, those stars hanging in your eyes collapsed into black holes of irresistible gravity.
Some call themselves mermaids, hopeful that they won’t drown in the blue sadness of humanity.
My heart was a seashell you threw against the the wall so each shard became a heroin needle you used to inject my veins with sweet venom launching me high as comets especially your candied lie that you knew me better than … Continue reading
The need to write poetry is a tickle down my throat I must cough up even if I don’t want to.
I loved him the way a woman loves a man she never touches but writes emails to and has tiny pictures of him stuffed in her wallet and I would have loved him even more if I sat outside his … Continue reading
My bottled up feelings for you ran out of ink.