starStruck

The freckles 

Painted across his

Shoulders 

Create an entire

Galaxy 

And I listen to

Him smile

As my fingers dance

Between his constellations 

Accepting My Death

He shines 

Like the sun

That smile

Bright 

Brilliant 

Exploding through his eyes

To bathe me in his warmth

And yet when 

His gaze turns

It’s cold

My sun becomes

Just another far-flung star 

And I’m left

Hollow 

Shivering

I can feel the blood slowing 

And freezing me from inside

Convinced it’s the last of me

Ready to let go

Until he wraps me in his arms

To thaw me out

One more time 

shatteredGlass

And I notice

Another crack

That wasn’t there before 

More and more 

Splintered

Ugly

Deformed

Unwanted

Discarded 

No one wants 

The leftover 

Shards

Of what used to be 

Cathedral stained glass

The Nameless

Fear 

Crippling and blinding

I couldn’t name it 

If even it had a name

A thousand years old

And crawling like a spider

Up my throat 

Killing me 

From the inside

Lullaby Concerto

She’s deliberate 

With every word

It’s beautiful to see

Behind her eyes as

She struggles to find

The perfect blend

Of cadence and diction

Lulled to sleep by

The excitement in her face

And the symphony 

In her voice 

Hypnotized 

By her conductor’s hands 

As they punctuate 

The rhythm of her story 

And the matching beat of 

My heart 

A Chance at Life

My lips are

Broken and blood-crusted over

Cracked so badly

Even the sweet touch

Of water sends

Shockwaves of pain

And yet I stay

Perched beneath the 

Dripping sponge

Afraid I’ll miss 

Its kiss 

Because agony 

Is my only 

Salvation

Sleeping Ugly

Sleep forever

Because the land of dreams

Can’t steal you away

Day after day

After agonizing day

The forever winter 

In a frostbitten heart is

Afraid to hope 

For the thaw of spring 

It isn’t worth

The melt of tears

And the puddle of

Sorrow surrounding 

Its frozen corpse 

Composer

Not you 

Never you 

Stand aside 

Take your place 

At the edge of

The dance floor 

And watch the

King and Queen

Waltz

To your music 

Clear As Day

The words that speak the 

Loudest are sometimes words that

Are never spoken. 

Ekko

Listen closely dears.

Silence often sounds just like

A heart that’s breaking. 

Fireplaces

My Girl

She sits 

Quiet and still 

Seemingly disconnected 

Distracted 

But My Girl

Is peaceful only on the surface 

My Girl has eyes 

That reflect all of space and time 

When you look into them 

You see

She’s thinking a thousand things

And wanting to say

A hundred more 

The tempest 

The passion

The fire of a million suns

Burns within

And she holds 

Her tongue 

To let me shine 

Genesis Two

So what will happen

When everyone

Is broken

Beyond repair

And there are no healers

Well enough 

To care for us

When the souls

Have died

And yet the flesh

Continues on 

monsterInside

Can you 

Live

With who you’ve become

A soul 

That twists

Like boiling tar

A heart that 

Encourages hatred 

Lips that say

The ugliest words

A filthy aura

That contaminates 

All it touches

Can you 

LOVE

With who you’ve become

Shadows Grow Long

Long days

Longer nights

The empty and hollow

Silence

Raging in her ears

All that’s left are

The tears that melt

Into the cracked concrete

Of an overprotected soul 

In This Life or the Next

She was 

Quite done 

With this life

And ready to find

A forever home

Among the stars

She leapt

And the Moon 

Caught her

missUnderstood

She giggles 

When she's sad

She cries 

When she's happy

She is radiant

In her depression

And blinding

In her joy

I didn't fear

The sun

So I held her hand

And never looked back 

Totality

Everything vanishes when I'm in the

Circle of your arms

Last lasers of daylight

Ignite the 

Pyres and

Set the sky ablaze

Echoing the fire in my heart

While the Jukebox Played

This was originally posted at Daily Picspiration on July 19, 2015

Title: While the Jukebox Played

I’d been working vice for years. This was going to be the case that scored me my shield.

Six months chasing down The Orchid. She’d evaded me this long, but a tip from a CI scored me the chance to arrange a meet. I was in the middle of the street when she’d pinged me. My phone lit up like a firecracker.

“Lose the sweatshirt and meet me at The Juke in 15.”

I looked around cautiously. She clearly had eyes on me. The crowded street made it impossible to tell who her minion was.

I dropped my eyes back to my phone to check the time. I knew seedy nightclub was only a ten minute walk. I tucked my phone back in my pocket and walked as if I didn’t have a care in the world. My heart was racing.

The adrenaline had the better of me, though, and I made the walk in eight minutes. I looked up and down the street. No cars. No pedestrians. Completely eerie.

I shed my sweatshirt and stuffed it into a nearby dumpster. I did a walk around the block to burn time and nervous energy. I was finally getting a meet with the Head Mistress of Gambling.

By the time I made it back to the entrance of The Juke, I met the 15 minute mark. I ran my hands over my hair to smooth it back from my face. I reached for the door latch with my thumb and pressed the release.

Smoke occupied the top third of the room and the prominent jukebox was blaring some kind of techno-new wave funk. The bar seemed filthy and empty.

“Hello, girl.”

The voice came from a dimly lit corner.

I mustered the courage to reply, “Hello. You must be The Orchid.”

“I am.”

I took three quick steps into the room.

I instantly realized my mistake.

The guns cocked from behind me.

This was going to be the case that scored me my shield.

I barely had time to register her beautiful face before the lackeys opened fire.

Unable

Shivering

Unable to tell if I'm 

Burning or freezing

Midnight came and went

Indigo turns to pinks 

Sunlight comes

Stealing my dark protector 

I am unable to hide from my

Vision the ugliness of

Everything the light reveals 

The Graveyard

This was originally posted at Daily Picspiration on July 6, 2015.

Title: The Graveyard

“Hurry up, Hitch! We’re almost there!” Blaze ran as fast as his legs would carry him. He had discovered this place on his last adventure and was eager to share it with his best friend.

“I’m trying, Blaze. You’re too fast!” Hitch hadn’t yet hit a growth spurt, so Blaze stood nearly a head taller. His legs burned and his chest heaved as he tried to keep up with his friend. The permanent crook in his knee didn’t help things either. He looked ahead to see how far his red-headed friend had gotten ahead of him. Blaze was already breaking around the corner. Hitch struggled to turn the corner, but when he did, the sight was amazing. It was everything Blaze had described.

Abandoned ancient vehicles. Cars from the 1930’s and 40’s lined up one after one like train cars for as far as he could see. They were rusty and old. And they were beautiful. The metallic smell of oxidation and daisies overwhelmed his brain and his heart. It was so stunning, Hitch nearly cried. Old pick up trucks missing their beds. Coupes with rumble seats. Hitch had never seen anything like it. Only in picture pages did he see glimpses of the past.

“See! I told you. It’s a car graveyard. It’s like they drove here to die. I bet your great-great-great-great-great grandpa had one of these!”

“But Blaze, isn’t it weird that there isn’t anything newer here? I mean...no 1980’s. No 2015’s. No 2035’s. Isn’t that weird to you?”

“Naw, man! Let’s go! Dibs on the rusty sedan over there!” And with his claim made, Blaze sprinted toward his car.

Something felt very wrong about this place. Hitch was no dummy.

Blaze ran to his car and threw open the door. It relented with a screeching groan.

“Blaze, I don’t think…”

“C’mon Hitch! I’m driving!”

“...this is such a good…”

Blaze slammed the door shut. Everything went hauntingly silent.

“...idea.”

Hitch did his best to swallow the fear creeping up his gut like Boston ivy. He cautiously walked to the car Blaze had climbed into. “Blaze?” he tested cautiously. “Blaze, get outta there. We gotta make dinner.”

Complete silence.

The car was empty.

Blaze had vanished.

Hitch wept and ran for home.

The graveyard smiled.

Lost Parts of a Broken Key

Back to your cage

You disgusting heart 

Stay silent and 

Lock away

The thoughts you hold

For you can't be embarrassed 

About the things 

They'll never know 

The Fall of Shadows

No matter how bright 

I may shine, I will always 

Stand in her eclipse. 

Waiting Out the Night

Crumpled in the corner

Alone and bruised 

The broken girl 

Catches her breath and

Heaves a sigh of relief knowing

Eventually the sun will

Rise to kiss her face 

biggestSmall

The clock ticks

Imagine the world where

There will never be

Another soul

Next to mine

My Perfect Songbird

Every morning

I'd kiss her beak

And send her on her way

Away she'd flit 

Her tiny wings stretched

As far as they could spread

To drink in the sun

Out through the window

To the tree

And there she'd sit and 

Sing her arias 

Others could hear her song

As they passed below 

But she never performed for them

I knew she sang just for me

I never feared 

Her not returning 

The chill of night 

Would return her to my embrace

And I'd become

Her Night Guardian

hiddenTalents

Magician's eyes

Ever changing and

Shifting colors 

Setting her soul on fire 

Each movement of His

Nimble hands

Growing the inferno and

Enslaving her heart for the

Rest of time 

puzzleBox

There it is

Over there in the corner

I tore it out hours ago

And yet it beats

On and on

The path of blood

Like a skipped rock

Across a pond

Stains the tile 

And how I hate

That it refuses to 

Die

dreamLess

The thought of 

Your fingertips

Running down my spine

Always sends chills

Never let me go

The end of time comes too quickly

The Miles Between

Dusty and broken back roads

Racing against

Impossible time and 

Violent space just to

Embrace her Always 

The Parking Lot

                The look. I recognized it. I’d seen it before. That was all it took to get me to move.

                “It’s been awesome guys, but I think I’m calling it for tonight.”

                The usual groans of protest and pleas to stay followed.

                Not a chance.  I knew that look. That flash of fire that she gave only me. The look that danced across her face so quickly that anyone who didn’t know her would never catch. The look that left no doubt what she wanted and made me rock fucking hard.

                By the time I’d made my way outside, she was halfway to the car. I saw her unlock the doors and slide into the back seat. Fucking hell.

                I did a quick left-right look and crossed the deserted street to the parking lot. Unable to do anything but think about tasting her, I closed the remaining distance to the car with a jog.

                I found her in the backseat on her back with her skirt pulled up and underwear tossed to the side. She slid her dripping wet fingers from cunt and sucked on them. She used her other hand to beckon me into the car. Every move she made was slow and fluid, as if she were made of molten glass. But I knew her limits. I knew she would not break.

                I leaned into the car and buried my tongue between her legs. I heard her moan. I felt her raise her hips. The smell of the car leather and her pussy made my cock even harder. And she knew it.

                I ate her cunt. Hard. Greedily. Sucking everything I could from it. Biting her. Licking her. Each flick of my tongue demanding attention from her clit. Each movement of my lips begging her silently to cum. And within a matter of minutes, she did. She screamed and moaned and said my name over and over. She bucked and twisted against my face as her body let wave after wave of orgasm bathe her. And finally with ragged breath, she settled her ass back on to the seat. Her fingers left their entanglement in my hair and cradled my face as I looked up at her.

                She was gorgeous.

                Absolutely stunning.

                And mine.

                “You next?” she asked with a crooked smile.

                “Oh no,” I answered, my own lust making my voice heavy. “I’m taking you home for a proper fucking.”

The Broken Sun

How can you dance when

Everything surrounding you

Turns to pitch black night?

sunlightStretch

Midnight reigns in her heart
Unlit and dark and cold
She leans and struggles toward
That slice of warmth and light
Around the corner
Restless and
Determined to shine

Too Small To Be Heard

Withered and frail
Inconsequential
Nobody noticed the
Earthbound soul's cry

starlightLeash

Somewhere beyond my grasp
My love becomes vapor
Only together in dreams
Kept from the sunlight
Eternally tethered to the night

mortalWounds

Time and again
Eventually drowning
And gasping for air
Love lies bleeding

She Who Listened

You are begging to

be understood. To be heard.

Trust me. So am I. 

When He Breaks You

Heartshatter and alcohol
Often best of friends
Never far from
Each other
Yesternight's dream
Becomes an
Everhaunting loss in the
Ether of morning

crimsonOffering

The ropes

They were just laying there

Whether they heal or harm

Will be decided by the next person

To wield them

Devotion

Hovering and

Alone

Waiting for a

Kiss

freezingTime

Don't breathe

I say over and over 

Something will move 

And everything will change 

Please don't blink 

Please don't twitch

Everything could shift

And 

Ruin the flawless rose