Hermes

we know that we can’t be you and me baby we got an impossibility because we have always been in each other all along I cannot ignore the flashing neon-lit truth I saw in a flash everything I ever wanted it was a short moment and it looked so small insignificant is this what the…

The worth of truth

There is a kind of exhaustion that comes with delivery and perfect execution like the hidden fee a service license agreement you have to constantly renew for energy consumed the cost of technology is moving forward into entropy inevitably all systems decay and something new has its day and it turns out the truth is…

Life is nothing, if not lived

Don’t take care of your heart that’s nonsense like being attached to the shell as it cracks inevitably breaking your seed sprouts as was intended from inception don’t hold it back let it break and change bold and daring life is nothing, if not lived in its magnificent entirety pain and pleasure the dramas like…

Pieces of me

I should have been a bloody mangled mess they tell me it’s impossible when they learn what I survived as a kid taught to submit groomed to please they circumsised my anger forcefully left my rage unscabbed blindly wounds are the colors of moods we respond with I became a watercolor maelstrom of mental illness…

The seeming

who is this trapped behind the glass persistently trying to get past an invisible wall of pride who is this who sees through these eyes casting my hooked appetite thoughts caught with a visual net that keeps the construct of sight and insight in a desperate tango dancing in between life and death this impossible…

brain shiver

It just takes longer to get throughthe spit and fury of the reeling responsesof a mind trying to come off a habitwithdrawal is a hunger forwhat was there beforenot because it’s betternot because it’s wholebut just because it’s what is knownit’s the way nature tells meI hate changebecause changing shifts everythingyet it’s the one thing…

Dear Social Media,

I have a few words for you today it’s time we had a talk about the way we don’t really see eye to eye or even each other anymore just so you know, I didn’t go under the knife for vanity but to take action in response to the realization I could do something to…

Yeah I know you

it’s the breath that roots in grief the deepest discipline is to not get caught in the politicking of meanings what this label and that name are supposed to be what it meant to know you and all that it stripped away poetry is the grief unconcealed raw and exposed a sprinkle of dictionary and…

like poetry

the thought of you is a pleasure it’s that scent that has a texture like smooth laughter slick tangling of skin and velveted passions sparring words like swords we strip bare down to the bones of the most intimate truth there’s a sweetness that blossoms in the space torn open in the way we lock…