Monday, December 4, 2017


The freckles 
Painted across his
Create an entire
And I listen to
Him smile
As my fingers dance
Between his constellations 

Friday, November 10, 2017

Accepting My Death

He shines 
Like the sun
That smile
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
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 

Thursday, November 9, 2017


And I notice
Another crack
That wasn’t there before 
More and more 
No one wants 
The leftover 
Of what used to be 
Cathedral stained glass

The Nameless

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 
By her conductor’s hands 
As they punctuate 
The rhythm of her story 
And the matching beat of 
My heart 

Tuesday, October 31, 2017

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 

Monday, October 23, 2017

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 

Sunday, October 22, 2017


Not you 
Never you 
Stand aside 
Take your place 
At the edge of
The dance floor 
And watch the
King and Queen
To your music 

Monday, October 16, 2017

Clear As Day

The words that speak the 
Loudest are sometimes words that
Are never spoken. 

Wednesday, October 4, 2017


Listen closely dears.
Silence often sounds just like
A heart that’s breaking. 

Wednesday, September 27, 2017


My Girl
She sits 
Quiet and still 
Seemingly disconnected 
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 

Monday, September 25, 2017

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 

Sunday, September 24, 2017


Can you 
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 
With who you’ve become

Friday, September 22, 2017

Shadows Grow Long

Long days
Longer nights
The empty and hollow
Raging in her ears
All that’s left are
The tears that melt
Into the cracked concrete
Of an overprotected soul 

Thursday, September 7, 2017

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

Wednesday, August 23, 2017


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 

Monday, August 21, 2017


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

Friday, August 18, 2017

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.

Wednesday, August 16, 2017


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 

Friday, August 11, 2017

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 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.


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.

Wednesday, August 9, 2017

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 

Monday, August 7, 2017

The Fall of Shadows

No matter how bright 
I may shine, I will always 
Stand in her eclipse. 

Friday, August 4, 2017

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 

Thursday, August 3, 2017


The clock ticks
Imagine the world where
There will never be
Another soul
Next to mine

Wednesday, August 2, 2017

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

Thursday, July 27, 2017


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 

Friday, July 21, 2017


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 

Saturday, July 8, 2017


The thought of 
Your fingertips
Running down my spine
Always sends chills
Never let me go
The end of time comes too quickly

Thursday, June 29, 2017

The Miles Between

Dusty and broken back roads
Racing against
Impossible time and 
Violent space just to
Embrace her Always 

Wednesday, June 7, 2017

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.”

Tuesday, June 6, 2017

The Broken Sun

How can you dance when
Everything surrounding you
Turns to pitch black night?

Friday, April 7, 2017


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
Nobody noticed the
Earthbound soul's cry


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


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

Tuesday, April 4, 2017

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


The ropes

They were just laying there

Whether they heal or harm

Will be decided by the next person

To wield them

Tuesday, February 7, 2017


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
Ruin the flawless rose