Pursing secrets, they lay their purple bed along the fringes of Mother Earth’s luscious lips – a cover up. Well below, in the magma of her soul, she hides the truth about our collective weight. Let’s tread softly on the ground, and keep it that way. Admire her beauty from a dignified distance. Or else… ...

My mouth is a volcanoMy words destructiveto innocent bystanders. The poison in my wordsAiling and killingeverything around me. If anyone saved me?Before I lose control?It wouldn’t change. I’m a hopeless freak.An unnatural byproduct,cruel and pitiful. Despite my decay,my predestined doom,I must cling to hope. That hope is you,remind me who I am,pull me from my ...

My heart. My heart aches and I cry. My heart rejoices and I laugh. Today, I feel my heart aching and rejoicing.   Will it ever know its way to reconciliation?

Oh sanctify me!My Savior! Your embraceis all I need. Your skinholy salvation. “Stay Away,”They told me. How could I?We’re magnets. Destined to bedrawn to another. No matter ifpulled apart. Over and overwe find us glued.

Nothing is what it appears,A fact consecratedIn my mind. I desire to believeIn fairytales andHidden worlds. Be it not for the lessonFollowing each mortal man,In the crushing black of life: Not every heartacheIs meant to be fixedWith a wave of magic wands. Or tucked away into closetsHiding from ghostsAnd monsters buried within. “Life is not ...

Everywhere I go,I see destruction. Right or left,Up or down. Righteous or wicked,Free or enslaved. “None of it matters,You don’t matter” Is their motto,In our paradise. Double standard,Is their logic. In our country,Hateful and Jaded. Brainwashed,Deluded. Hypocritical,Prideful. “Surely not,My good sir!” You protest,In defense. Wake up!Wake up! For hate and evil,Exists in all men. Stereotypes ...

clip clop, clip clopdon’t let the sound betraythat steady beating rhythmof the horseman’s handy work tonight is the nightthe most ‘evil of nights’the time when the spirits wander freeand the ghouls return to earth you better make sure that the curtains are drawnand you’re not alone tonightfor those that go off gallivantingmight just lose their ...

Are you my other mother?Among the manyHeavensent for fatherTo feel whole again? The fire rages onIn his soul,In spite of hisLonely heart. I am my father’sDaughter, aSpitting imageWithin his pride. Born small and meek,Now strong and brave,Among the savannahPlains of the wild. A concrete jungle,Caged soulsFollowing myFather’s footsteps. A lone lionDesiring love,In a game whereWinner ...

There’s something about Elton John.How his music isAn Art that drawsYou in with everyVerse, all penned andCrafted from his mind. From musings to ideasFrom ideas to actionAll an artist’s forte.A singular masterpieceWith passion and heartExpressed in his creation. There’s something about Elton JohnThat brings heart-shattering emotion.Taking me back to better days,Every one spent in yourLoving ...

What do you see?Upon my lonelyFace streakedWith tears A victim?A believer?DespiteThe pain A survivor?A villain?DespiteTragedy What do you see?When I walkAmong usHumans A hero?A saint?DespiteHorrors Strong?Weak?In sightOf all OpinionsLabelsPinnedUpon me A womanCrying outFellow menLabeled toxic A writerTrying toWrite andBelieve What do you think?Glancing uponA lonely soulIn society Among labelsStereotypesJudgmentRacism Among opinionsDividingOne fromAnother Mental illnessDisabilitiesEasily seenYet ...