Beholder: A Poem

I scoped every inch of your skin, My fingers traced over those fading scars. I scattered warm kisses over the wounds And I saw my reflection in your retinas. I could never see myself the way you saw me, There was unmistakable awe in your every glance. You were the beholder, I your beauty, And…

Weathering the Chaos: A Poem

Wicked thoughts confess their transgressions today.   Unkempt scars sneak up like beasts of prey.   Entombed idols rest silent in evanescent eulogies.   Unfailing co-conspirators lose their footing between infinitesimal crannies.   The absinthial ale of rancid acrimony snaking down my veins.   Bittersweet relics of mixtapes and ticket stubs locked up in chains….

Haven & Teague: The Void

“I feel empty sometimes,” she says, lying on the hardwood floor, her arm resting on her forehead. Teague follows the hypnotic rotations of the ceiling fan, counting the number of spins just for the heck of it. “Empty, like emotionally? Or empty, like existentially?” She ponders over it. “Both.” “It doesn’t stop, does it?” “It…

Angels Are Real: A Poem

Angels are real. I have heard their symphonies, I have mistook their battles for white flags. Have you seen an angel? Maybe they were just singing Poignant lyrics into your ears. Maybe you were just looking at them Across unbreakable screens. Maybe you couldn’t reach out to them, But they saved your lives, didn’t they?…

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…