I never could tell if it was my body or my mind he ached to strip. He had a weakness for pretty disasters and ugly tragedies. The cut of his tongue sliced through both. Colors exploded into me, violent shades of him, striking my soul. Hush your quaking heart, we have many things to see. … Continue reading Let Old Bones Lie
Tag: poetry in motion
The Long Road Home
It’s been awhile since I’ve walked this dusty road, but I remember it well. That spot there, where the sun never quite reaches, is where I found myself on my knees praying to a god I didn’t believe in. Bodies upon bottles upon razor blades gleaming with self-harm and a cocaine glow fill the ditches … Continue reading The Long Road Home
Holt Street
I wound a broken guitar string around my left thumb and index finger until I could no longer feel either of them because I was high and I liked the shades of red and white that pulsed down my hand until he unwound the string and placed my palm in his own, and then I … Continue reading Holt Street
SMITTEN This Is What Love Looks Like – A Review
I fucking love poetry. I love good poetry, exceptional poetry, poetry that sits heavy on my chest and reaches down my throat to pull my own words out of my belly, and thank the goddess, in the era of the Instapoet and art without soul, Indie Blu(e) publishing and Candice Daquin have given us all … Continue reading SMITTEN This Is What Love Looks Like – A Review
I Wrote It All Down
You said you loved me but I should be quiet because sometimes love rides on electric pulses carried to secret places where it burns hot and rings like church bells on Sunday morning. You wash your sheets and the guilt from your cock, you wipe the walls and your mouth and drop a clean kiss … Continue reading I Wrote It All Down
Drowning In Ink
I hate that I can see you drowning in ink far too muted to ever be called blue Am I meant to rescue you? Without will or way I have found you, angry and left wanting, dressed down on cotton pages, milling in mediocrity and pulling pleasantries from the clichés that speak your name and … Continue reading Drowning In Ink
God Damn If I Haven’t Learned
In this life I have lived and I have loved too hard and too fast to ever make it to the finish line in one solid piece. I have lost my heart to fate and fools and scorched my feet inside friendly fire. I have broken my back against walls and learned that love doesn’t … Continue reading God Damn If I Haven’t Learned
I Developed A Taste For It
I would have loved nothing more than to leave you gracefully, but those matches I had hidden in my back pocket were yearning to be struck as I had been stricken with guilt and buried underneath your lies somewhere in the bottom of your soul, next to the misfortune you carried and scrawled into the … Continue reading I Developed A Taste For It
Before The Lights Come Up
Oh she’ll pull you in, all teeth and blood red lips, the way she moves as if she owned the joint, and anyone who steps foot inside. Until the lights come on she will be here clinking glasses filled with cheap champagne and grinding on any available hip she can find, and she'll wink and … Continue reading Before The Lights Come Up
On the Outskirts of My Mind and a City in Northern BC
I am still here writing shitty poetry and you were bought like art and gone like fleeting moments that mean nothing until after you move on. I closed my mouth and tasted our lies, opened it again to raise my voice and I watched it climb over you. I wrote to you after I left, … Continue reading On the Outskirts of My Mind and a City in Northern BC
