burning photos

burning photos if i thought burning your photographs  could make you disappear  how wrong i must have been i set your polaroids to light i set those paper-back frames to embers and i watched as they burned burned  burned  but those picture grew flaming they disintegrated into ash alive  they drowned me in their smoke  and sunk me in your memories the colors of the photos were screaming they were brighter than they had ever been marred under a kaleidoscope of reflection  they spoke to me in stories those pictures burning so desperately  sent torn shards your face spinning your […]

buried

buried i closed the lid on the coffin door the wood rough against my hand edges planting splinters my fingertips  a reminder of the inside hemmed  nails and spikes draining the life  of something still gasping for air their ragged breathing silenced by the slam of something unwanted i planted the coffin deep inside  beside the rumbling of my stomach  and the thundering of my heart  my running blood rocking it in place  burning holes into my muscles shocking volts up my brain’s electric and it was more alive inside its confines but i pretended not to hear it  banging […]

Ink is running out

Ink is running out Quickly, my child You must spill your words  Let your story escape from  The confines of your mind You must speak your truth  Each syllable, each syncopate You must reach for the depths Of your souls, broke and hurt You cannot find in yourself any longer Quickly, my child You must flip these pages of your Jarring faerie-tale ending  And rewrite the lines of error Regrets and past promises  That could not be redone Must leave your soiled papyrus So write till your hands bleed  Like the ink of your fountain nib Twisting sentences into a […]

Not My Own Person

Not My Own Person I am not in and of myself Farthest from original, I have stolen  From those around me Details I kept close to my heart Were once unobserved nuances from this world around me For I am not my own person   But I am the artist my mother handed paintbrushes to I am the mess of color of her bright shades of crayola markers I am the uneven out of line coloring books she gave me   And I am the screaming car rides with my father I am his favorite 2000’s music of thumping bass […]