Poetry

Torrent

Why didn't you warn them? Haven't you done this before? You call my torrent of hate precious though all you've ever known, are my hungry, wicked veins, like tunnels, spreading, plaguing, leading you, and them, back to me. And, Dear Boy, you should've warned them.

Poetry

Unlikely

She wrote a letter to God, he was unlikely to read. "I was a good mom. Did as I was told. Loved your earth, used it as my home. Please. Don't let me suffer." She woke in a field of white lilies, a letter in her hand. "You will not suffer. I have another plan."

Poetry

Centuries

"I had a dream. Do you dream? "We were the same. In tenth grade. "We made the waves during the day. "At night we'd bring peace. Do you sleep?"   "Then, did it break? Did you wake?”   "I lived my life #centuries. "Dramatized wild plots and schemes. “And you were right there with me.… Continue reading Centuries

Poetry

Willow

The #willow weeps with loss of sleep and cries into the sky. The moon hushes its whimpering leaves, while the wind wipes its eyes. "Please don't cry,"' you dare to say, from beneath its leaves. "Heaven bleeds, "its jealousy, "but you're safe with me."

Poetry

Should I?

Another morning, wake for work. Can't do this today. Listen to the misery- all pointless complaints. Straight for home, "Shut up, #vile world." Gets hard to face the day. Another year, another moment left to contemplate. Should I? Should I?

Poetry

Jetsam

Flotsam of your memory, supinely on my bed, satin pillowcase underneath your head. Jetsam piles keep floating, on your furious sea, Whispers of chimera dreams, given back to me. There, among the clouds. There, I saw you sleep. Songs of remembrance here, where I weep.

Poetry

Zenith

The sun paints the sky in hues of pinks purples. And I #love you like the sun. It reaches its #zenith straightens its crown. And I love you like its climb. It paints the night in yellow stars. Do you love me like the stars? And all the way to Mars, kid.

Poetry

Sweet Innocence

Sweet Innocence, Winds of approaching rain cooled sweat above her lip, cheek gripped by concrete's gavel. Blood-- the stick glue that holds her teeth in her mouth, and her body to the ground. #Verdict thrown against her, and she against it, from the highest window.

Poetry

The Last

You were the One, the last, those things we dreamed did come to pass. You fantasized. That's all it took. To lock our stories in a book. Your muse, My Queen, forever yours. I crave to sign your name once more.

Microfiction

The Sun

The war started with miniscule acts of violence. Taz and Jen held hands on their balcony. Blasts below trembled their building. "Bring it down!" "There." Taz nudged Jen's attention to a ray of amber light through the smoke. Her smile was soft, final. "The sun rose."