You told me, play it cool Sam The dangers of cold night air Inflating my lungs with hidden thoughts What wonders lie ahead in your mind alone Our steps were quickly off kilter Through earthy brittle skeletons The death of … Continue reading →

The following poem is my attempt at a Sestina  The Puppet Plays Puppeteer The girl I don’t know any longer curls like a forgotten puppet She painted her lips to feel special then wiped the pigment clean That night she … Continue reading →

A friendship sweeter than all the apples we’ve never picked and stronger than most I always miss, when I’m away The days with you And nothing to do

Losing contact Sometimes I imagine the lost city of Atlantis is alive in your touch. The area rug is heated and gritty just like our conversation. As the sting of my handRunning acrossMatches the sting in my heart

Most things will fade diligently to the wrinkled memories of time, except. Surprisingly orange A soft giggle And the death of blue

Mind blanks, mind blurs  When I think of your forgotten words You quickly left a divit In the rusty old couch Tucked up in the attic of my brain When you sailed away When you left me alone today Mind … Continue reading →

Independence Day Hot days, air like rancid butter The sun pours down And so the throngs of people Pour inside the cool Climate controlled environment Behind closed doors A Haunting Voice Calls From Each Key But The Last Ivories tickled … Continue reading →

Shades of green pale in comparison to a two dollar pot of gold but you know what they say when it’s too good to be true… Gas station clienteleBustle in and bustle out20 on pump oneAnd a defective dream, please

By Lizzie Crimson And I ride with the wild ones Bucking my body and screaming for more You pull on my hair and call me a whore Throwing me down onto the ground Leaving me naked, filthy, and alone So … Continue reading →

With a long title. Why would I turn around to see the real thing when the best of both worlds is looking me in the eyes The reflection ofA beautiful sunsetIn the sunglasses on your face

I see a ghost Hanging on the door frame Just a whisper Of what we once were And then the breeze comes in Through the open window Howling, “alone now” And what that means for me So I stare into … Continue reading →

I watched you drown yourself In a bottle of your own broken truths And how you slapped on the clothes That made a bad situation Look better I saw how you coated your lips With the juice of a berry … Continue reading →