10.20.19 -there was more to this

maybe i just wish for someone else to hurt me for once instead of me being my own version of a highschool bully instead of me scratching at the festering wounds my self-esteem sports  

Black Cat- 10.3.19

Bad Omens curl atop your feet A Sign Yawns as it stretches in your lap. They take their lunch break here. A dimly lit apartment with a monochrome movie blaring From a television that has had at least a million upgrades Released on the market. They rest from bringing bad luck. From teasing and scaring…

Spider, Thrid Eye- 10.1-2.19

Lol, so I love love love the idea of Inktober. Like its so cool to me. But I really cannot draw to save a life. So I figured I would tailor this a little bit and for my writing self. So every day I’ll write a little poem and post it here. Can’t guarantee they’ll…

dusk mother

she’s the dusk mother, the nighttime queen didn’t ya kno? look up at the stars, there’s a lot to behold. didn’t someone fit that all in their palm at one point? Why do children born at night only cry for themselves? didn’t they remember their mothers? she’s the dusk mother, the nighttime queen she only watches…

Nonconsumer

There’s a lot of static Excuse me ma’am, but are your lies automatic? Can you confirm or deny The skeletons you hide? Is this everyday life, For you and I? Press releases and cameras like eyes Pressing in and I cannot deny Nor confirm I’m not really sure What is tabloid rumor Or what is…

bony knees

bony knees and thank you, please manners that ebb and flow joints that were never assembled correctly her words had never matched her person and it was becoming clear as to why she was a mixture a compound of several other people of characters in books their poetic personalities pressed between paper of English or…

Graduated high school so now I’m panicking

We sprint to the ice cream truck, Reaching for some sense of nostalgia We race through the streets, our bare feet burning on hot asfault, salt water dripping off our soaked swimsuits We grab at time, hoping it will slow Hoping we can take it by the collar, Look it in the eye and command,…

attempted murder

a single crow a lonely whistle blows and blows and blows no one says a word except the old man with fingerless gloves and all he whispers is, Attempted murder

Still Frames from Her Room

I always wonder what he sees, what version of the story the room tells him. What I see is a basket of Miles Davis CDs and my Kello Kitty player next to my bed, what I see is the only thing that lets me sleep at night. But I think the only ballad the still sings…

Shiver and Shake

hold your breath count your change something’s coming coming this way if you light a candle and blow out the dark then maybe you’ll dream of somewhere less stark a penny hits the floor your hands grope for the door there are snakes at the love feast i told you so, someone whispers i love…