Don’t talk to me of kindness, As if that’s true about me. So many parts you don’t know, Many more you don’t see. My base nature is dim– Self-preservation, childishness, Impatience, self-seeking above all, No maturation. My smiles fall false As my lips utter lies. I pause only a moment, reflect, As the shred of…

There are only moments, Quickly passing, so fleeting; Sometimes it’s as if those moments Aren’t even real, But rather half-formed memories From a deluded dread, Bound and broken to repeat, Until his life ended. For him, in many ways, That sorry, pathetic excuse Called life was driven Into the ground years ago, The nails driven…

Oh, joyous spring! What beauties you behold! Pitter-patter and birds sing, Speak of the mysteries untold. A bulb in the frozen ground All the winter long Bursts forth in glorious sound, Rebirth and renewal its song. A miracle to witness Comes ’round every year, Leaving us to merely guess How something so precious and dear…

Edges tainted Of visions long ago painted, Corners torn Since have sworn Should have let release The desire to live; just rest in peace. Soft pencil marks erased, Only to be replaced By jagged etching of lines Sprawled all over, left unrefined. Severed shards of wood Litter the ground, misunderstood. Glass shattered, Blood splattered, All…

As tears burned my cheeks And collected on your face, I stared at your blurry visage And smiled inwardly, Never able to recall a time When you were more beautiful. Like what you’ve read?  Please subscribe to my blog, where I post a poem every Tuesday. My novel, Lorna versus Laura, is available for $4.99 here.…

She speaks in a thousand tongues Of other worlds, Of dreams bigger than life. Her philosophies slant with purpose To project her audience away And more toward her reflection In murky waters, never black nor white, Leaving them to drown in their own tears. They realize just before The last ragged breath That time has…

You want to see the real me? Close your eyes And open your heart. Stop expecting what you thought was true. Do you know what that is or was? When you find out, Let me know. Do me the favor of shutting your mouth. Words, words, and more words, They don’t mean a thing. Utterances…

Expectations, But not exceptions, This is how I ought to be. Maybe in your eyes, To some other person, Maybe a great goddess, Maybe a prissy princess, Perhaps even a porcelain doll, Flawless, untouchable, Beautiful, pristine, Never stepping in the mud, Falling, twisting my ankle, Breaking my face in two. But see, I already have…

I have not, In all m years Upon this tainted earth, Looked upon anyone More beautiful than you. You are worth every breath I take of this cleansing air. I had no found myself Until I saw my reflection In your deep eyes. A fire burns so hidden, intense, And I long for its unspoken…

Sand engulfs my hand, Sinking it farther in to the trap. I choose not to bask here in the sun, Wet tendrils of hair drying to my skin, As the air whips at skin’s softness, Burning and breaking the surface, Exposing pain… I wish to dive Back into the water, Swim away. The clouds roll…