More Than Breath And Bone: A Poem

It’s hard to keep going when I don’t feel comfortable within my own skin, Every night I peel layer after layer only to end up where I began. You slam your body against mine to show me you love me, But even if I let you command my skeleton, my heart is not for sale….

A Broken Belief of Twisted Feathers: A Poem

Often I find myself staring into empty spaces, The only thoughts surfacing of all that I’ve lost, Tears well up in eyes left unfilled all these years, Unsullied whispers leave blemishes on panes of frost. Fear of falling, crumbling and breaking down, Chipped photo frames with faded photographs, Lately I use caution when washing glass…

Haven & Teague: Revenge of the Pups

Guilt is an overpowering black hole. Even the tiniest splinter of guilt ends up getting lodged in inaccessible regions of the psyche. And it itches and stings at the same time. Haven laughs at her own joke. Teague scratches at his head, almost instinctively. Haven slaps away his hand, eyes narrowed at him. “What’s wrong?”…

Twilight’s Allure: A Poem

I think the world stopped for a moment When those curtains were unraveled. The sun, the moon, the graciousness of the universe Laid bare in front of my slaving eyes, I saw this planet at its finest From the absolute divergent to my home. And that night I could not sleep Knowing that the world…

Tears

Sell my tears to the ocean that flooded your hometown once Because they are every bit as volatile.

Family: A Poem

Was it ignorant or just carefree of me to not notice The permanence of the creases on my father’s forehead until today? Was it selfish or just powerless of me to let My brother fall deeper and deeper into the abyss of obscurity? Was it unkind or completely narcissistic of me to misconstrue My mother’s…

Purgatory: A Poem

Demons shackled me, their sharp claws tearing through my lungs, Satan summoned himself from the depths of his Heaven, Tortured souls spewed sweet nothings into my eardrums, But I worshipped the Archangels of salvation. Grappling with the obsidian smoke slowly possessing my body, Carving out sigils to keep the Devil away from my humble abode,…

We Got High

So I went camping with friends. And I have never been camping before, so I guess, it is pretty predictable that I was almost completely… let’s say, ill-equipped. Absolutely ill-equipped for the thunderstorms and the unavailability of network. And to top that off, all my hopes of finding doggos were shattered when I didn’t find…

Itself Into Itself: A Poem

Connections aren’t born, they are crafted, Just like yours and mine wasn’t a match made by a superior power. When at night the stars hold more value to me than the silence, I peek at you through the blinds of nostalgia. Rivers and rivulets of brackish water, my tears, Your anguish, why are ties always…

Caskets and the Truth: A Poem

There won’t be any candles at my funeral, It’s disturbing to think that they’ll cremate my remains, Hard to imagine me and my soul gone, But imagine I do every single day. Comrades will cry, perhaps raise a toast or two, Mother will weep, brother will judge, People I knew would whisper their verdicts about…

Letters From The Museum Of Pain: Part 3

…don’t let your demons pilfer your beauty. You can fight them. I know the world doesn’t feel the flood of tears confined to your locked rooms, or the pain of mutilations on your soul. No, they don’t. They never will. But you do, and that’s enough.

Letters From The Museum Of Pain: Part 2

One of the other kids told us about his mom, about how he remembered clutching the top of her shirt with his tiny little fist, about how she would kiss him on the head and then on his nose and then on his chin and his cheeks and… about how his father drank himself to death and took his ma with him. But you ain’t dead, are you?