distant

Let me sit in my desired darkness Let me sit among ailments within Let me have a lack of smile and frown and a want for a tear on my face to trail down Let me feel the isolation Let me feel no tender touch Let me remain unloved for love is not for me…

The Skeleton Man

They came from behind a rain of fire and four-pointed steel. Marched and brandished their stone-sharpened blades. Brought the end of hope as the sun wept and bowed to the night, boots stained in mud and merciless victory ordered by their generals: One of creatureous eyes and the sting of a whip. Another with a…

A Pair of Poems for a Pair of 20s

So, I entered a 2020 poem into a Haiku contest, and if you'd like to read my Haiku and vote for it, you can do so at this link: https://woobox.com/y4vanc/gallery/GOZOAkihblg Also, I really didn't write much of this second poem; it's more of an alternate take on a prayer. It popped into my head recently,…

My Secret

I have a secret. My secret is this: I can see into every universe there ever was and ever will be. I can see all possibilities and all their respective outcomes. And in every universe, every version of me will always choose you. Every day. Only you.

Menace

Every so often, I like to imagine a trailer for a film that I would reboot or remake. If handed the keys to Lucasfilm, I would absolutely remake the Star Wars Prequels. Below is my imagined trailer narration, in poem form, for a remake of Episode I: The Phantom Menace. Can you guess which characters…

Safe Space

I can’t. I can’t touch you. If I touch you, I’ll want to hold you. And if I hold you, I’ll never want to let you go. I can’t let you go. I can’t.

Watching

It’s not the outside world I fear most; it’s the inside one, the one so near that disturbs me. Everything burns. The heart. The soul. The thoughts that can find no solace in a world drenched with blood and flame and not a cloud in the sky to rain down purifying waters so desperately needed.…

T…M…N…T…

Do you know what it’s like to be different, alone? Do you know how it feels not to be seen? We’ve saved them countless times, given more of ourselves than asked, fought back from the edge of defeat. And now, we have to save them again. And all they would do if they knew who…

DESPERecho

From me, the reaper’s extinguished a rekindled fire, my heart gripped in his icy fingers squeezing and squeezing to the point it can’t beat with even a shade of the enthusiasm it once had, and squeezing more still until the mental picture I framed of a possible happy existence is out of my blurring head.…

Choosing Ground

Addiction can be stronger than the will to survive, and it’s as if he wants me addicted to his society and their self-righteous ways. Then I’ll do whatever he wants me to do just because my addiction to what they call righteousness becomes more important than my own will, and like a drug addict that…