THE HORNS

r u s t.

I like things that are dead

Things that seem to have no head

I like when the night is silent

And the sky is dark

Shatter the fear which lies within

The mind of a broken child

twenty nine

A hole in my heart, the air falls out

The snow starts to fall

Inside the frozen cavity

Of time as old as centuries

Stems and thorns

Roses and lavender

Sell your soul to the one you

LOVE.

i just want someone to talk to that gives a fuck about me and whom will ask if everything is alright even when it's not. everyone is so worried about them goddamn selves they've forgotten about torr

all

I just want to make love like the first time we met in the dark

When I had no clue what to do. When you taught me all the

Right moves. All my trust, I put into you... As you whisper,

Your fingers linger, tracing my hips up to my lips. As we

Kiss the night melts into an abyss and my soul is whole.

Take me back to my first time I made love

why do we want all the things we can’t have as humans?

Kissing whiskey, nothing but the shadow from the moon to

Dress my body. As I dance across the floor our eyes meet.

Years between us, cities holding us apart. As long as you

Let me borrow your nice pen, you can stay over tonight.

No shoes

My mother may have told me so

But the tears that I have cried

   The sorrows I have buried

Deep inside my mind,

        deeper inside my heart

May the world cherish

 The fragile voice inside

four walls.

I wouldn’t mind

If you took a slice

Of my mind

With the quiver

Of the winter

And the love for

A sunrise

Sheet music

Cut my throat and watch flowers fall from the sky

My eyes will be blind, until you kiss me one last time

Teasing truths and organizing your thoughts mind

Before the Queen dies, let us decorate her with flies

question mark

We grow like flowers 

without the May Rain

January is a strange time of day

When the birds wear sweaters and

The crows have gold eyes

I can set fire to the fields with

My mind and only

Time can determine birth

Of my sister. When blues

Turn to blacks and the Moon

Doesn’t shine. The winters

Shall be cold, until the day

I die.

     mornings like this.

I took the moonlight and I hid it in a mug

I took the sunlight and scattered it across the sky

tiny

Kiss my scars, bring me home, and tuck me into the river.

Sing me to sleep while the moonlight seeps into my skin.

Kiss my forehead goodnight while I drift away.

two rings

Take a bite out of my heart

Let me know how that tastes

When love doesn’t live here anymore

When nothing exists, My heart turns

To dust and my bones

Being to decay. When teeth

Fall out, just stick them in

My brain: where thoughts of

Us used to live and sing. Now

Only dark things dance in the

Middle of the day. When I

Said I loved you, I meant it.

I gave you my world and you

Ate it. Before myself, I would

Place you on a pedestal, with

Berries and branches with love

And feathers. I just ask you one

Thing, 

            “take my heart, step on

My soul, but please dear god

Leave my nose whole”

to wear the blood of the WOLF.

I will not speak of the time

When angels died the morning

Our relatives were mourning and

Sobbing. The death of our 

Queen is what we observe.

Through the woods,

      Through the branches 

 I could see the butterflies display

Their wings and the tears

    Of crows wash away the

    Afternoon. As soon as the

Moon shows us the meaning

     Behind triangles and broken

Flower petals.              I hear my

M o t h e r     from afar, as the

Blueberries 

 start  

      to  

form.

when you tell your best friend (and honestly only human friend you trust) you're having a shitty few days and need friend love... and this is what they send you.... love my gibran

today’s feels

When your mouth hurts to smile

When all you see for miles and miles is

n o t h i n g. Empty. G O N E.

When the tears that pour from

Your broken eyes don’t feel anymore

Where darkness takes over and it’s a mad RUSH.

R U S H. RUSH.

   Now nothing.

       Empty.

G  O  N  E.

Seeping into my mind more and more

Like dust, like dirt.

Sweep my bones into the

Pile of problems

Behind the door.

no where to go

i never dot my little i's
 and i have scars on both knees
my elbows are as pointy as a
chicken bone and i have
brown eyes.
since when did it matter
to own a ladder, to
clean the gutters?
the neighbor is hiding
inside of my
basement, while spiders
crawl and rats sing him
the sleep. the stairs
led to a place, the cats
don't even go.

t u e s d a y . 

lock yourself inside your mind

where nightmares sleep

where lucid dreams weep

the key doesn't exist

the words only sit

when the clouds begin

to cry, the ocean 

begins to pry 

at my monday

thoughts

right now 
im in no hurry
to watch the clouds
swim by
to watch the mountains
cry

i want to start writing short stories.

"i'll send my blessing my dear"

    as i speak, my voice cracks
my hands are too busy cutting
his teeth. to save the soul, even
if it's dead. to heal the wounded,
I must take the teeth. shaking
like a branch on a raw November
night, the knife slips.

" I said I will send my blessings,
you shall now leave before the 
trees fall asleep and no one 
can show you the way"

pearls

pears and ginger ale
spirits from above
as i pick through the
newspaper. as i read
through the obituaries.
where are YOU
in regards to shapes?

very small poem?
i will set fire to everything i see 
since everything here does not
make sense to me.

when i die who will water my garden?

what lives



with wings i can fly
still shy, with a glass eye
   the wind tells stories upriver
and before we know it
the sun will go down and the
moon will rise up
between the burning stars,
   the unknown planets
trees dance, glistening in the
moon light while i just glance

roses


she lets the sea do your hair
   so salty
she lets the rain control her thoughts
   so gloomy
when it snows she cries for months
and hides her secrets from the wolf

  she loves when it's dark out
reminds her of her inside mind
    the absence of light in a place

implicate


the words that hate
the words that ate her mind
before the thoughts begin to
fall before the scabs began to bleed
picking at wounds make them scream
while the door is shut
take your clothes
and brush your teeth.

dust on my knees

swallow your feelings whole
wipe the murder from his smile
the love from his nose
take the damaged heart
the shattered mind
recycle the thoughts
bring life to the unknown
as the ocean swallows us whole
lets tie a rope around the 
moon and finally bring it home

poem


"here it is
HERE it is
HERE IT IS"

as she was screaming I couldn't help but listen to the moon
All I could hear was a little whisper and some lavender rain

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comfort found
on the petals
of roses
thorns thrown
to the ocean's
floor

vegan creamer.
if the child dies
if your mom was a fly-
the world wold be flat
and you would wear
a red hat

1021


if the world loves you
it will set you free
 beneath the clouds
above the sky
    when angels start to cry
love is fragile,
love is nice
rip my heart to pieces
kiss the rose one last time
around and around 
all we do, before time is
stale 
   and the skulls on the mantle
keep starring at me. 
i was on your side before you
   let my soul die and you hung
it up to dry. water once fell here
as the love in the room began to
fill the sky 
     and nothing broke, everything
felt the same. the walls began 
   to spin and i forgot my name
 when it comes to Sickle Moon Peaks
and your mother's brown eyes
tears run off your face into the arms
of the unborn. 
  before we give him air, let's
see if he can swim. 

anymore, like anyone cares

inside your mind, find time,

between the skulls and wolves

between the past love and lovers

when black is the only color i see

when the love here is dead 

nothing is alright anymore

moooood

CEMETERY TALES

I don’t want to die with money to my name

Shred this shit to pieces and set it to dust

The creases in between my dead eyes

Hold secrets only my Mother knows

When the Priest knocks on your day

Throw eggs to the sky and watch

The dead babies cry, Tears of death, tears

Of bones. As white as the Holy Ghost himself

The ink seeps in

eight times eight

Heart full of cigarette nightmares

Hands hold the snakes that bite

Shiver in the WINTER NIGHT

Grinding my bones to give you soup

I want to milk your cow

Slab of butter

Angels with black eyes

Stories that kill

Old man named Will

Stub my toe on your

Nightmares

Take your tea

Pet a bumblebee

SHUT

THE

FUCK

UP

PLEASE

?

CHIPPED NAILS, CHIPPED HEART, CHIPPED TEETH

EAT YOUR G R E E N B E A N S

CHIPPED NAILS, CHIPPED HEART, CHIPPED TEETH

Red Permanent Marker

Finally my eyes stopped bleeding

With the news the bombs the guns

                                                  they wouldn’t stop

Feed my soul to the dead man in the closet

While the fire consumes the house, I sit back

                                                   And grin

With a heart full of glass and a mind full of knives

Bury your wives in my backyard tonight

Brick dreams, army green, 

NO EXIT.

Salt shaker

Slices of limes, rusty old dimes, it is noontime

Take your wishes and throw them to the ocean

Salt water drowns me in my dreams and sorrows

With a glass eye, I can see the world.

  

crisscross

Take my heart beating and bleeding

Melt it in the candle wax tonight

With the silverware and the branches

The foxes and the fleas

Saved my father’s teeth for our soup

Teeth that will kill

The witching hour, 

the midnight choir, 

the bells start to bleed

The fog rises from 

the depths of the seas, 

the tree branches shake

Crescent Moon brings 

me home with a bat 

on my shoulder 

and a dead rose

as blue as i go.

i was a human with three heads
i had six eyes, as dark as a winter's sky.
i never knew how to fly a kite.

with six eyes came 3 fingers.
i was younger than the left head.
all three heads had brown eyes

i really just don't know anymore dude

Chapped lips like old carpets.

To the depths of the mountains, to the bottom of our sea.

The seasons suggest, the feelings within, bringing me deep

Skies cry when the children don’t come home at night

There will be death and there will be birth accompanied by

A full WOLF moon. The stars will dance around Jupiter,

The fire will ignite the angry women of the night

Men will carry the skulls and the candles while the midnight

Moon follows closely behind the shadows of our deceased

Sisters. With roses in their hands and gold in their eyes,

The trees are slowly dying this evening.

2019

Destroy the mischief minds of the youth

The guns, the violence, the h a t e

Destroy the mischief minds of the youth
The guns, the violence, the h a t e

poem: one of one

open up your one dead eye

the termites are here for one last try

                busy bee, busy me, busy trees

growing in the back where I used to see

the sky and the clouds pass by, with wind in my

eyes and a drop of honey

                                tastes good in my tea as I stir

slowly the hummingbird recognizes me

a line that doesn't end going in one direction

Bringing scissors to dinner while my sister sings opera

MOTHER IS GOING TO FAINT

Frying dinner eggs on top of the summer’s heat

on my brain walls chipped wallpaper decorate

while the glass lamp speaks to me in French

bring a dinner plate and gold forks

we will eat dad’s brain tonight

spots on a cow.

Dancing around the fire with thoughts, love, mischief

A confused mind, untied, undone, about to unwind

Notes that were scratched on napkins, cups, my palm

Trace my heart in the sand like a blind man

Thoughts, feelings, nightmares creep through 

My father once told me, “Enjoy your time,

                                                                                We won’t get out alive”

s p a c e

Light the candles, eat the evening and say your goodbyes

Sand in my front pocket for you to tell your secrets to

When the clock hits seven, the ghosts come out to play

And the clouds turn a type of bone grey. The ocean is

out to swallow us whole, while we let the children

sing and watch the church burn up in flames

Our sins are sent to heaven tonight

Winter is cool.

I wish my birthday was in the month of October

To watch the breeze blow by in a haze filled sky

Drinking tea with the crows and hiking with the

Burnt orange leaves. The taste of October must

Feel nice after a long swim to the Harvest Moon.

When the howl of the Wolf  brings me the energy 

To celebrate, bats and rats dance in the streets

I wish my birthday was in the month of October

farmhouse blues.

I use my teeth to scratch my eyelids

     And my legs to run from monsters

Painted tiles, ceramic minds, glass clocks

Pour more coffee into my eyes and watch the

Rain pour from mountains and skies

     Blood painted across the August Sun

Praying for the young and their future

Asphalt hats will steal your thoughts

While churches try to save the dogs

Rice and brains, cheese and cranes

To the top of the mountain my heart

Sings.

where am i?

A muddled mind

Fully absorbed in time

Horror in the eyes

Of children that have died

Disturbing news to bring home

The surface lies with things that cry.

amber colored dreams.

I need a place to lay my head when it rains

When the flowers grow inside my brain

Spiders and webs decorate the inside

Wallpaper hangs from dirty walls

Inside a 1901 Farmhouse 

mornings when I don’t want to wake up

When love feels like rain on my naked skin after the sun sets. Like the velvet touch of your lips upon my hips. Sinking deeper and deeper into the sea of blankets. Your hands, your fingers, your touch. Silk touch. Feeling like the moon, you rise above my soul. Our tongues touch, the stars shine in and the night is ours. With love that is made with no time to stay. Steal my eyes and tuck me in.

Spacing between space and TIME.

When the lights don’t wake me up, when the ants crawl on my face. My eyes are a dark kind of black and my lips are colder than winter. The thoughts that bring emotion with the red sea. And the places where bees like to sing. When the tops of my toes fall off and my hair turns grey, when the mail doesn’t come and the old men sing. Church is a place where the devil can dance and the children can laugh. Do you believe in the words of the unknown? 

DO YOU?

I need a place to hide my secrets.

My cat has a big mouth and my neighbors listen to me talk to the moon. 

So here are the beads, the seeds, the kneading 

of the bread will take days, unless you tilt your head and dance under the full moon.  

When the stars rain and Saturn calls, take the leaves with a gut full of GOLD. 

Tell the children where their mother really went and lock the door. 

The keys are on the ceiling, the words are about the leak on the walls. 

Dates with a meaning and a dog without a leash: WELCOME HOME big brother.

Here, there, everywhere.

Buildings and sidewalks, ideas and thoughts.

 The blind man held the door for me this morning.

                Goes to show what really is blind to the man.

  Wearing the slacks of a dead lady, I lay my body down.

The birds sing me to sleep. Walking on my way to work, I forget my name and the clouds begin to dance.

Day fourteen.

Howl at the moon

          Tears in my eyes. Crystal clear, like May Rain,

          Like walking in the woods alone,

Like having somewhere to sleep at night.

When the sun and the horizon meet,

          The birds dive deep.       DEEP.  D E E P.

          Deep into the clouds where angels weep and roses turn to dust.

The houses where our parents slept. Where the windowsills fill

With flower pots and dirty coffee mugs. The weather seems to be

Nice in this area. CLOUDS. Here where mountains move like months change,

Like butterflies raise their wings, when the thunderstorm lets you in .

COLD LIKE THE SEA, HAPPY LIKE THE WIND.

          The creases on each page, the words that stare blank.

Meet me at the end.

little 

As she walks across the water, nothing but

Pale love. Sinks to the bottom,

Where the water snakes dance

And the sea turtles sleep. Water

Is no color, but all the colors at once.

dead flowers in my eyes.

to rest, my head lays, upon a garden of graves

where dead men sleep and turn in the night

please dress me for the weather and take

care of my hair.

pine

a deep sigh, the sun crept in. 

her large hat hide her forest green eyes. 

in the back of her mind sat a spider’s nest. 

one, two, three babies are in there, alone. 

as she spoke she pulled a lizard out of her

ear and laughed up letters. we couldn’t tell

what was wrong with her, besides her

left thumb missing. some people wander

and others they care. this poor soul had

no one to care for and nowhere to go.

below her picture which is now framed,

we light a pine candle and say her beautiful

name: only on Mondays- that was her day. 

 The rain is warm in heaven 

please dress me for the weather 

my brown hair a mess 

they are hiding our secrets in the skies

no one here can take me out of this

place no one here has a disguise 

I am not scared and I am not mad

I will stand my ground here until I die

Yellow Moon Ride

I love you like the back of my shoes, 

like the love we had before the fourth grade.

I want to save all your laughs 

for my sad, dark days. When the 

earth shakes, the Trees bend like 

beautiful dancers on the Horizon. 

Where light and dark meet.

sea dreams.
I wonder where the ocean goes when we fall asleep. Where do the waves dream? What do they do? When the sun goes down and the moon comes up, who is there to say “I love you"  

CREAM IN THAT.

I will bury my sins under the earth’s mouth before we meet again. My shoes remind me of your cautious eyes and metal heart. When we first met, under the apple tree, you gave me a pocket full of teeth. From the warriors of the Earth, off of the forest floor. Made with joyous remarks and handshakes for the men, the train is gone. Like the November rain: cold, damp and sad. When love is looking for a heart to sleep in, but you are too tired to even lift an eyelid. Sun shadows dance on my wall, while I fall asleep to the cloud’s tears lightly touching my windowsill.

G r e e n   p e n s.

If you don’t care- I will leave my dreams out to die

While Mother is cooking for the work week. My

Teeth chatter so hard the neighbors can hear it.

birth of a sun child

Gazing through my mother’s eyes. 
She used to be me, I used to be her.

The body we both shared, 
once a place I called home, 
where we both used to live.

One soul, One me, One you.

insignificant

I'm not afraid of most things 
but I'm afraid of the dark 
light coming in 
when the 
midnight 
sun 
touches 
her 
fingertips.

before the sun after the dawn 

Things are afraid of us, 
the seas we swim in, 
the world we sleep with.

The sky makes a bed, 
the sidewalk cracks let the light in

Men of the city march, 
the child in the church is 
parched and the needle is his arm is black

Follow the moon to find your 
way home with the sun 
on your right shoulder.

IRON SPINE.

Bulletproof

          Like hardwood

          Like white thoughts

                   Sounds that don’t make sound.

           When the front door opens but no one comes in.

Let us dance to the Crescent Moon and make friends on the way.

With a backpack full of books and a heart for of roses, the stars show us the way.

                   I wish I was able to set fire to things with my mind,

Like the thoughts that paint the walls of my brain, there once lived a moose.

                   Where the days feel like winter and your mother’s hug reminds me of

January. When the tongue of your lover has been sitting upon the pavement.

                             Like marble tile love, like bubble gum water.

                        Bring the saints, and bring your sorrows- The King Will be HERE Soon.

when your bones need a scratch

I wish I was dead

I would have more friends.

The dawn of the sounds

The way the trees sway.

I’ll just go back to the sea.

I’ve had a taste of the Harvest

Moon and I must say the

Night tastes like angels dancing

In the dark like after a hurricane

In October and a gentle kind

Of Spring.

I wish I was dead

I would have more friends.

The dawn of the sounds

The way the trees sway.

When the Winter wishes Spring away, Summer kisses Fall~

friday feels

Follow my body's outline with your fingertips

                To places where we used to live.

I want you to kiss me under the moon’s rain

                Like we used to do in in the summer.

I want you to love me like the January winters, 
                Like the petals of my dried roses.