The path forks and twists and bends As it muddles you with clouded thoughts Sensing your trepidation and pang Should you dare take the leap of faith Or unsheathe your blade   For some it is uncharted and unkind While others find it monotonous Lying politely ahead of you It stands there to be trampled Read more…

The mountains reverberate in my body, Sending winds that sweep over the land, In voices hushed and roaring. Magnificent and opulent, They guard me against my own feelings.   The rivers course through my veins, Bubbling and frothing waters, In soothing and cadenced waves Defeating the chaotic stress, Washing away the debris of hurt and Read more…

Parched was the sky scattered with puffs cottony the blazing heat ball piercing the horizon with raw agony yet the farmer plowed the land and toiled and bruised, drenched in sweat heavens up above gambled and strings of silvery clouds won the bet.   Unhurried and carefree, wandered the little child o’ what fun are Read more…

Nostalgia is in the brown half-toothed smile your sister flashes upon you after you buy her the chocolate-chip ice cream instead of the cheaper vanilla. Nostalgia is in the surreptitious smile you catch your mother in, as she stumbles upon an old song that must have rewound the time for her. Nostalgia is the echo Read more…

Autumn always reigned on the tree of my dreams Multicolored leaves and angling twigs   Leaves always seemed to leave on pilgrims To the god of death and his temple of twisted limbs.   Passersby always heed the aging hues of their rims With a kind word or two, adieu they always bid.   Buds Read more…

Had I been God, clouds would be lilac and lilacs would be white.   Had I been God, the grass would glow as your homing guide.   Had I been God, each breath you took would enliven a sprite.   Had I been God, the length of your braid would mirror your mind.   Had Read more…

Change I would, many frames of my life, The picture, I have only one.   Drink I could, many cocktails of love, The water is always from you.   Climb I might, many mountains of righteousness, The gray fields of our shared mischiefs is where I play.   Sing I often, sultry songs of misgivings, Read more…

The puddle I jumped in as a child, is a cloud now white and fluffy.   The sky got its blue from the dust I beat off The old mattress.   The sun found orange shade from the air I breathed.   The comets are made from the dead nail clippings of my toes. The Read more…

The color of the morning seemed the same dull grey. The air I breathed in felt the same, sour and stale. But as I yawned aloud like I do, no sound escaped my gaping mouth. I looked down to count my scars as I do every morning, for the past is where I always start. Read more…

A tablespoon of rust mixed in blood and a pinch of acid for my bones A serrated piece of steel to hold the banged-up liver and a handful of sand in my eyes. With a bag new bought and shining wheels instead of toes I’ve been pushed down the road of conformity. Reeling and rattling, Read more…