Remember when we used to go swimming, Wearing nothing but our birthday suits, Romantic whispers in the air, Secrets exposed like our bare skin In the sun. * Remember when we danced Like no one was watching, Except the moon, And the stars inside our eyes Were enough to realize. * Do you remember every … More Swimming
Daffodils bend down to the ground Like they’re trying to understand Something they have found. Why are there no other flowers around these crowded streets? These static-filled days Spinning us inside a Gothic maze Of passive aggression, Sick obsessions, So much love without confession. Caffeinated personalities living a dark reality Of expensive dreams, … More What are We doing?
Sometimes Flowers are Not what They Seem Chapter Four It’s raining. The death breath twins are exuberantly chatty by the coffee machines. I sit in an empty booth to escape their mindless octaves and entertain myself with the falling raindrops on the window. The grey sky is lonely today. Mr. Baxter pulls into the parking … More The Wish Bathers, Chapter Four
False words are the building blocks for our walls. I feel your lies and hear your truths Because the world we once knew screams in the halls Of our unwanted desires and dreams, And the skeleton of our past life tugs at the seams of The new world we crave to breathe. We’re stranded … More A Fortress for Truth
Touching the inner curve of your thigh With the breath of my sigh, Swimming through waves of long, hot hair Daring me to stare Deep into those crystal blue oceans That surround the center of your eyes— Making me realize— I have been baptized in the light that you shine! Oh Goddess, won’t you … More Aphrodite is my Lover
Can you tell me Where is the door To the place Where memories can be erased? Is it somewhere in the Back of my mind Or in the nick of time? *** How do I remove these lies That stick like butter to my ribs? Calling dibs on sanity, Questioning humanity, Trying to … More Can You Tell Me
War for Breakfast in Bed Chapter Three Days fly by, the war keeps breathing, and the world seems heavier with each new calculation of death and defeat and lies. News of more bombings drop into our newspapers and radio shows like explosions of nausea and anger and it feels like the whole world is united … More The Wish Bathers, Chapter Three