I wish I could sleep.
(2015)
Sleep
Small devils, demons, angels soull… Inhabit nether worlds avoid the li… Today they weave their webs in cyb… Vicarious they are another race We worked and played in stark real…
Thinking of you.... Johanne... The light and the air and the wisps of your hair cascade like moonlight. The drops of your sweat, like dew upon your body. The rise of your chest, the so...
another nightmare and I remember b… in bed, poised in between two worl… of dreams, the who Am i and the S… in wonder of this place i found my… A stranger in strange land without…
It’ good up here I see the stars Smell the people hear the cars Feel the wind rush by my face Quiver to the Moons’ soft embrace Love runs shallow through my veins
Fingers grazing up your sides, watching you squirm and worm, and wiggle. Your laughter rings like bells, your joking threats as well. You twist and whirl but nothing doing, I’ve got y...
It’s 6:00am in the morning and it… I arrive on the second floor and w… to the door marked with big red letters you can’t miss, 'chemother… My hand tentatively grabs
As I sit on the rocks in the cent… It’s waters surge on all sides. While I take a moment to assimila… Somewhere under the sundown sky is… It is my paradise of eternal tranq…
I wrote a poem about love and It read itself and sneered, yanked the pencil out of my hand, flipped the eraser tip into suicide grip and rubbed
Screwed up family Nobody cares Neither does She In a world of darkness My life is total chaos
What was I in my past lives the air is trying to tell me who I… but the echo in the streets preven… I walk barefoot on the sidewalk hearing a car horn speeding
I wake up in a dream and you scold… “You were there; this is what I k… Our eyes met across the twisted mi… But as you look upon me now it’s i… You dare even ask what it was that…
I sound the call and yet I cry for the answer never comes I see the distant ocean sea and hear the sound of drums. And yet, although I would engage,
I looked into the mirror today, an… A reflection of a total stranger. And I heard it repeat in my head. Stranger.... But,
Today, we no longer write letters to those we want to fall in love with. Today, poems no longer exist to conquer the girl we want to fall in love with. Today, I confess that I would lik...
Hanging limp, ratted on a dreadlock line strained, stained;
