II. I am the flesh and life is the blade but all it takes is scarlet for me to bleed myself back. I regret the wounds, but not the scars,...

Nobody can comprehend the depth of your complexity This beating heart shuns simplicity and simple sighs, Tussle and tear your skin in...

Our beds are stacked together Each at their own height Each with their own color Purple, Pink, Blue They fit together, But they are not...

I have a daughter, beautiful and bright She has locks of hair which are different from mine Long where mine is short, curled where mine...

Watches speak They tell us of ends and beginnings They help us feel the Ticking murmurs of inevitability Approaching both infinitely...

A lighthouse casts starlight across the harbor. A young boy drinks some as he rows. The stars taste like fire, though they look like ice....

The forest is filled with life alien to me Unpleasant things buzz around me harshly Their view of me altered by their alien eyes I must...

Sun rests lightly on the roadside where flowers grow They spring from the cold, dank soil with warm life They organize themselves in...

This poem was written in 2012, during 6th Grade. Fluffynose Almondtail was a small, tan squirrel He slept in a tree hollow on top of a...

tear up the instruction manual they left for you & break free push away the boxes they built for you & be free do your best and get a B...

Listen– I’m sorry for how I ramble on for how eye contact doesn’t always click for how I didn’t speak up because I was scared and for how...

Thanks for asking, great question. This is a 6’2″ mixed-race suit designed by God back in 1999… embellished with some scars and wear and...

It’s easy to burn. All you have to do is care. Everyone thinks they can save the world, but we can’t save anyone. Because if you try, the...

here’s the funny thing about hate it just happens no rhyme or reason no sense or sensibility people they just hate they take your words...

Written Spring 2016. Memories are a funny thing, I guess They fade, they falter, they have a midlife crisis They decide to tweak...

Listen, kid, I know it hurts. The bruises, I mean. The bruises hurt. I know you’re tired of walking alone but Please, hang on, a bit...