Poems

  • Caliber

    Caliber I didn’t know that men of your caliberExisted outside of the fairy-tale worldShame on you for ruining my perception.I didn’t think anyone could seeOr hear, or care for someone broken as me ,But the moment I met you I felt connection.You took my hand inside one of your own,Said,”come follow me, do not go…

  • Amicus Meus

    It was a Saturday night;A cold night in BrooklynIf I remember right.When you asked my nameI said I was the Archer, and I drew my bow.You said it didn’t matter,You were made of stone. You walked with me, to keep me warm,I asked had you seen heaven beforeYou laughed and saidThe heart is a muscleYou’d…

  • Hope

    Hope is not a porcelain dollPrecariously balanced on the edge of destructionReady to fall at a change in the windHope is the dirt, and the grit under fingernails,The blood,Tears,And SweatHope is the sweet scent of deathAkin to roses left in a vase too long.Hope is the taste of iron and dirt,The sound of swords clashing,Battle…

  • Hydrangea Blue

    I know this place, I’ve been before Last time was laced With raging war. I know this wind That I feel blow But oh, my friend, Beware the ghosts. I know this dance, At least the steps But last time chanced Untimely death. The silence is So fucking loud The perfect bliss, Your laughing sounds.…

  • Not All Men

    Not all men But I was six When I learned it shouldn’t be this way As my dad held me in his lap And I struggled to escape– Not all men but my friend Kate, was only eight, When she suffered things I dare not say But only for the first time Not all men but…

  • The Wedding

    Standing on the courthouse stepsWearing my favorite dressReady to start my new lifeNot ready, but inside of meThe life we made inspiringYou to ask me to be your wifeA head full of dreamsBurst at the seamsWhen I found you weren’t thereI stared in silence and despairWhat on earth would I doIf I couldn’t marry you?For…

  • Stillness of the Night

    In the stillness of the nightWhen all our woes are tucked in tightYour breath is warm upon my faceYou have become my sacred place I trace the curves of you body with my handYou turn up my chin and softly demandA pure and simple honeyed kissI find goosebumps, I find bliss How many angels up…