Jibber Jabber

Words jab you like the sharp edge of a paper,when I see red,you’re afraid you’ll be next. I promised to … More

Blame Game

Won’t bear your blame.My name is left tetheredand bound by your binding game. Left my name,and swinging soulful and free.My … More

I couldn’t comprehend the love you feltAll these years, I held the blame.Though you told me it wasn’t my fault,I … More

Missed my alarm,crickets still aloft in my fuzzy head A bouquet of ringletsknotted in my busy dreaming,my tossing and turningchurning … More

It’s not my fault and you’ve told me so many times The sky is bluewith clouds freckling her highest points … More

Difficult as you are I can’t bring myself to think about your heart broken,no longer beating So many times I’ve … More

I’ll close my eyes this final time and whisper my goodbye.As I lie, laying prostrate, the sacrifice you chose.I’ll whisper … More

You meant it this time,just like all of the other times before.It’ll never change will it?I’ll be the last to … More

Filling this notebook backwards to front, I can’t express how this hurts. Singing along to silent lucidity, you rocking me … More

I couldn’t read between the lines. There was only a thin veil, and your expressionless stare, heavy lids. Blink once … More

Bright RED, my skin is burning, Bright RED, coinciding with my throbbing head. I’m furious, grappling onto anything stable or … More

Searching for an unheard of place, people with meaning. I want so change, but still cling to what is familiar. … More

Your glare intensifies as I breathe in and out. A nervous laugh is begging to climb my sore throat. It … More

Don’t fight for control of yourself. Let your feelings take over. It’s time to taste my blood, swallow it down … More

Pay me little mind. I am not real, at least not while you’re awake. I’m just an allusion you once … More

If we’re all just walking away. I can join too. Never look back, sometimes sounds good. But it will come … More

I can’t bring myself to envision what this life looks like to you. The schedules, the rushed pace There’s no … More

The lighting, before blinding, became a pleasantly gentle gold. There were paintings lining the wall beside me. Painted by a … More

It was a set gold, and shimmering as you placed it in my hand, The confetti was a smooth, quarter-sized … More

“There’s not a word yet for old friends who’ve just met.” – Jim Henson Unraveling before you, I’m screaming aloud. … More