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.

Monday

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.

Wednesday

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.


Tuesday

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'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.
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

44

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

Monday

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

Friday


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


Thursday


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 a t e

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

Wednesday



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.

Monday


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.



Friday

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.

Thursday



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. 

Wednesday


 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

Tuesday


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.


Monday




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.