Tag Archives: poems

lighthouse

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

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Wild Flowers

Here lie the wild flowers of my fractured soul, grown from plots of 12 pt. Times New Roman soil. – forever a gardener of words

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Seashell

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

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Words

Spiderlike, I spin silver to catch feelings that taste like my image in mirrors.

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Gravity

This evening, those stars hanging in your eyes collapsed into black holes of irresistible gravity.

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Mermaids

Some call themselves mermaids, hopeful that they won’t drown in the blue sadness of humanity.

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Much Better

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

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Cough

The need to write poetry is a tickle down my throat I must cough up even if I don’t want to. 

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An Almost True Story About Emails

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

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Bottled Up

My bottled up  feelings for you ran out of ink.   

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