Poetry · Writing

Magic

I have to write. I stare at this blank page and it stares back taunts me. It feeds off me like a leech it feast on my fears for breakfast and sips my anxiety like tea. Never satisfied until I write. So here I sit Staring through this open window waiting for the magic. From… Continue reading Magic

Poetry · Writing

Faith

The black panther lives in the rainforest. This is the home of Faith. The promising work of a florist. Home forever even as a wraith.   Enchanting the world with sunny kisses. Always with you like a reprise. True nature's cheery missus. In spring time, love is carried on the breeze.   Her beauty undeniable by… Continue reading Faith

Poetry · Writing

last day off

last year a shakey handoff (at best) constantly choosing between life and sleep haven’t slept in years when i do; my dreams were a gothic spinoff love interest played by wednesday. black and white lens for thee ending send-off all black molotov (for those who couldn’t be here) with fireworks and a rip off.

Poetry · Writing

it’s january

am i a real person hard to tell non from fiction; empty beach growing waves crashed against lost sand; is this a metaphor? am i the wave? the sand? more like the beach, as a fly on the wall watching the waves watching the sand waiting for something different but i remember;