Thursday, May 26, 2016


The touch burns
Like fire
Across my flesh 
A fingertip that
Creates or destroys
And all I can do is watch
As my heart 
Is bound to you 

Friday, May 20, 2016

Drowning Alice

No where left to turn
The bottle empty
The razor dull
Deaf ears can't repeat gossip
Blind eyes don't see pain
It's a miserable existence 
Without you
Maybe the oxygen
Will betray me as well

Sunday, May 15, 2016

See It Matches

No way to show you
My insides
To prove they outshine
What you can see
Hidden in the rough 
The greatest treasure 
You've never seen 

Saturday, May 14, 2016


Make me feel
Make me believe
I'm not surrounded by nothingness
Make me hear
Make me see
There's someone to save me 
Make me confident
Make me understand  
Your hand is always available
Make me bloom
Make me beautiful
Make me 

Friday, May 13, 2016


I hear the thunder. 
I smell the incoming storm. 
Do your worst, my love. 

Wednesday, May 11, 2016


All the things 
I am dying to say
The unseen raging river below
The icecap
A million words for 
What I feel 
The dam 
The Pandora's Box 
The sealing wax 
Has cracked
It takes all my
Silent strength and willpower 
To cradle the knowledge
Deep in my chest
And keep it to myself 

Tuesday, May 10, 2016


But what if she died?
I never told her the depth
Of my affection. 

Sunday, May 8, 2016


Sparkle you diamond
Do your best 
To catch his eye
You're tiny
You're buried 
There's little chance 
Of being found
But shine your hardest
And miracles happen

Saturday, May 7, 2016


I can hear them
Scratching at the door 
Rattling the window
The demons are trying to 
Invade once more 
You're not enough 
Pretty enough
Smart enough 
Funny enough
Only wanted by demon
And devils
As a plaything 
For evil 

Friday, May 6, 2016


Quickened heartbeat
The joy of seeing you
The thrill of hearing you
The tidal wave of emotion
That threatens to crush
Also rebuilds 
It's real
It powerful 
Until it vanishes
With you 

Wednesday, May 4, 2016


Paint me your color
Rich reds 
Vibrant violets
Make me your instrument 
Soaring strings
Blaring brass
Touch my silk
Taste my salt
Breathe in the perfume
Let me overwhelm you
Let me possess you
And I'll give it back to you 
In ways you can't imagine 
In ways you won't forget
Until you can't let go either 


I forgot you 
For five minutes 
My heart was free
The shackle was broken
My wings stretched wide
For five minutes 
I felt human
I felt alive 
I felt valuable
Until I remembered my jailer
And the cell door
Closed one more 

Tuesday, May 3, 2016

TwitterShort Challenge 12




               Boomer struggled for breath as she wrapped her fingers around the chain link. While trying to recover her lungs, she glanced over her shoulder and felt the relief of being alone. She’d outrun them once more. There was no way she was ever going to be bullied into wearing that flannel onesie that smelled like half a jar of dill pickles was spilled down its front through the middle school halls again. They’d caught her once, and it took an entire bottle of hand sanitizer to get the smell off of her skin.

                After school, she would always run here. The Sandlot. It was her private paradise. Abandoned for years, the overgrown field barely resembled the glory that had been. The brick half-wall that marked the home run dividing line was crumbling. Most of the red bricks were worn and split in two. The pitcher’s mound was barely a bump. The base path was covered in spearmint. Boomer was in heaven.

                She wiggled her way through the gate. The latch was rusty, and one end was snapped off and secured with wire. Boomer didn’t even bother with it, since she was tiny enough to slip through the opening. And she made her way to the mound.

                Boomer could hear the announcer: AND NOW, REPRESENTING YOUR BARTONVILLE BOUNTY HUNTERS… BOOMER “THE KID” JENKINS! She comes in with an ERA of 1.00 and the meanest 12-6 curve ball you’ve ever seen. Looking to make the final out against the visiting Bronze Wombats of Willow Creek. This could be the most pressure The Kid has been under. Will she get this final out of the game?

                Boomer took her spotlight center stage. She grabbed the rosin bag and bounced it in her palm. The dust floated like an angelic cloud around her hand. She let the bag drop, straightened her hat, and leaned forward.

                She shook off the first two signs and then nodded. She settled into her stance. Lightning quick, she unloaded a 98 mph fast ball right down the middle. Caught the batter looking. Strike one.

                The routine started again, and she tried for the inside of the plate. Foul tip. Strike two.

                Down to the final strike, Boomer knew how to finish him off. The sign was made. Her smirk was her reply. The set up. The release. And an absolutely filthy sinker left the batter swinging at air. Strike three. Game over. Series winners.

                Boomer threw her glove in the air and waited for the mob of teammates. For two minutes, nothing else mattered. Tomorrowdidn’t matter. The future didn’t matter. There was no way to know that her fortune would be secured by trading a tiny pink USB flash drive full of pictures of the District Attorney holding double ended purple jelly dildos and wearing black leather Domme shoes. That was a future far away.

                Right now, Boomer was just enjoying her Gatorade ice bath from her team, and enjoying the power of imagination.


Monday, May 2, 2016


Night falls again
The dark couldn't be 
Any darker
And yet it's colder somehow
I'm nothing special 
No standout
It's hard to see a shadow
In shade
It's impossible to tell
When something is gone
If it never existed