Inside the gas station’s public restroom was an interesting looking old coo… that caught me off guard. He was wearing a heart-shaped eye…

I remember the tired streetlights that emitted their hazy glow, discoloring the grass in the park. I remember the playful screams of my fast rambunctious friends,

The stars above us live gigantic lives, and they allow us a shimmering glimpse in the eve of every night.

I swear if I have to read one more poem of someone cutting themselves I’m going to cut myself. Really deep.

And I raged against my side of th… Only a howling wind to cover my ra… I struck the wood with fists blood… A useless endeavor, unforgivingly… I grew tired of reflections

Creating, condemning, piercing my skin with a rough sketch, tattoo ink and a clueless reminder found within every pore.

A puff of air internalized in a vacant room. Cows among me chewing the expensive cud that

The ladder is before you Will you climb? Well of course you will You have the time Those first rungs are easy

There’s a little bit of blood on my breathe. My blood, breathing, within vitality

Lurid music dripping about starts softly then crescendos into something

If I ever write a poem and give it the title “A Dream”... Do not read that poem. Hesitate before every word,

She was my little nymph Unaware of it but something I onl… The love legendary in moments beyo… as I close my faithful eyes to fin… I feel awake as my mind pushes my…

My fingers tremble in the cold as I stack the stones in a slanted… I’m accompanied by the hummingbird… who search for the mystery in gard… sprouting within the cracks of thi…

The tower of Babel was destined to fall not because of the wrath of God, but the hatred

Menacing clouds break thunder with three snaps, and the clock down the hall strikes three chords in the hallowed night.