You are the craggy crustacean

Upon the silken sand

Waiting to squeeze with your vices


You are the lone splinter in a rich wood

Hoping to snag the most tender parts

To pierce and linger

To drive deeper with your pain


You are the invisible rock in my comfiest shoe

Making my confident gait

A wretched hobble


You are the smudge on my glasses

Narrowing my view

Blurring my hopeful horizon


You are the drip of sweat down my back

A squirm inducing sensation

Waiting to leave your squalid stain


You are one word too many

A devastating crash

Rendering kindness an insincerity


You are good intentions spoken from ignorant mouths

Adept at both annihilation and blissful oblivion

Patting yourself on the back before crowds of fallen faces


You are ruin

As Am I

My magic is quiet yet powerful

Always living beneath the surface

Though I have since forgotten the incantation

Its shimmer plainly seen

Clearly felt

Encroaching unexpectedly

Suddenly you are warmed by it

tossed about in its swells

Afraid and excited

Comfort within calamity

Its mystique to be feared

And honored

Its enchantment is endless

as am I


Perhaps I sit too long in my desires

Like a warm afternoon in the sun that twinges my skin for days after,

Like devouring sweet juicy oranges until my throat burns from the stinging citrus,

Like reading one more page before bed and stoking my anticipation

Until hours and chapters have flown by rendering my book read and my sleep meager.

But the force of my blood as it races through me is intoxicating and much safer the a

Souped up car on a city street,

The thudding of my heart is much sweeter music then all those awkward conversations

That tend to ring in my head,

And the dreams that smouldering energy can foster

Far outweigh the dark and anxious terrors of a typical night.

Perhaps I sit too long in my desires

But what can one expect from a girl raised on fairytales

Rounded Edges

It was then I realized

I wanted seawalls

And sandbags

While you wished for the torrent

To wash you away

Just for the chance to make a new you



You had no idea how deeply I felt

I had no idea I had hidden it from you

I chose to feel your cruelty rather than my guilt

For somewhere deep inside

I knew the next wave would wash it away


The hard edges would become dreamy sea glass

The muted jewels of the sea

The carelessness of man

Made beautiful

With friction and time

Worn down in the waves

So a clear view of the world couldn’t hurt us any longer


Each wave thunders upon the shore

To sync up our hearts to its rhythm

To spare us the rampant drumming

We force upon ourselves

By falling in love

The Spirit of Dreams

I am haunted
my imagination a spectre
ever clinging
Each scenario I dream
A conquest
A treacherous mountain
yet unmastered
and oh how that yearning spirit
begs me to climb


The density of moments

The kind marked with gasps

Or hard swallows

Those that sink you into the earth

Or tear a gaping hole into reality

The light of the present

A distant dot

As you fumble along

Dark disorienting walls

The jagged wounds

Of realization

Breathing through smoke

Hearing through water

Even tears won’t come

Until the present returns

Searing, blinding

An apocalypse of personal proportions

That make the world seem a synthetic cover-up

A foreign wasteland

Sucked dry of its beauty

As if dashed upon rocks

Seemingly impossible to rebuild

with the scant shards left

A Chronicle of Exultance

Adorned I am

By your gaze

Proof of my existence

I am not mere memories

Convinced they still live

I am a chain reaction

Each eye met, a purpose

Each shaken hand,

A creator and a creation

An ingredient that adds

Fragrance and flavor

Another mind aching

to know the answers

Another heart seeking

Its song

A body that moves

By sight or action


progressing through time


eons in the making

Coming true

before my eyes


A sharing of blood between us

A sharing of cells and skin and breath

A likeness in each one of us

To each one of us

We spread like oil in water

But still end up in clumps


We are all seeking something

Even if it’s just another day

Exactly like this one


We don’t want to be beautiful

As much as treasured

We don’t want to be bold

As much as heard


We don’t need to feel free

To live

But freedom

Is one of the great things to live for


And love


Some memories cling

Like toilet paper to a shoe

Or spinach between teeth

And that lower rung waits to knock our heads

A righteous tumble

Past text messages to the wrong number

Or misread interactions and their brutal rejections

As the mind plunges deep into that bottomless well of shame

Our lungs filling with that humiliating water

Suddenly you are once again crossing that posh dining room in a tucked in skirt

Splitting your pants in that big meeting with your bosses

As adorable hearts peek through your trousers, you break wind

As if pulled straight from your lungs

Sweating and gasping in your mortification

But the moment passes

Later becoming cherished laughs

Among friends


No secrets upon your lips

For your beauty is rooted in your honesty

And still they draw questions

Of philosophy and morality

Or whether sin can also be sacred

Though there shall likely be no blossom

This dirt still craves your light

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