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Update!!
I have just published 2 complete books of my poetry and am currently selling them on Lulu. If youâd like a physical copy of my books the link is below.
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These Thoughts Are All My Own
The only way I know how to live
Is waiting up until 4 am
To wrap my arms around you
and finally enjoy myself.
To wonder if Iâm wrong
Or strange
Or fucked
For craving the touch of her
To feel my mind caving in at the thought
Of me with another girl
But soar with happiness when
I hear stories of a queer thriving
Queer
I know this as reclaimed.
It is us, and we embrace it.
But too many mouths have snarled this word at me
And too many have judged me
Told me to choose
Make up my damn mind.
And I have âmade my mindâ when I âsettleâ
For a man that I love
Based on him and him alone.
But I shudder at the word.
The sneers and hatred
Uttered around the word
âBisexualâ
I feel like a sin
To those I trusted
Unforgiven by God.
But thatâs the thing with being Wiccan.
I do not give a damn about their god.
April Stole You Away Like It Always Rains
I never thought Iâd hear the parting words:
âAlright, letâs go smokeâ
In the way we used to.
That way - all resigned
When you want to speak with them
-be with them
But they require nicotine
And Iâve never tasted it on my lips
Itâs such a fragile balance
That i will not experience again.
Because the dead canât smoke
-but I can.
Sweet Girl
Pretty little girl, stay where youâre at
For the monsters and men prey at late
Sweet little girl, remain in your place
As the nightmares and shadows lurk
Tiny little girl, do not stray far
You are not nearly enough being to fight
Small little girl, hold close to me
There are things unknown that can hurt
Petite little girl, do not think for yourself
We have smarter men to do so
Pretty little girl, do not break free
As life is determined at birth
For a sweet little girl

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Malady
Sometimes
Two is better than one
For comfort and for trust
But sometimes
Two is better than one
For stability
And in these times, standing
Between the kitchen door
And staring
At the room you dread
You decide two is better
Than just you
Frequency Waves
We are static eyes
And quiet mouths.
We are the flowers
Blooming amongst
Thorns
Blooming amongst
Leaves
Blooming amongst
Fields.
We are tender words
And fleeting glances
Fighting against
Currents
Fighting against
Fears
Fighting against
Words.
We are our juxtapositions
In a world of the plain.
Hiding amongst
Flowers
Searching amongst
Thorns
We are repetitions of ourselves.
Olive
I look now at this half-grown girl
And remember the toddler she used to be.
An infant not old enough to stand,
This girl is not the one I knew all those years ago.
She is half-grown, and vastly changing.
And yet, this half-grown girl is still everything I loved about the past one.
She may have grown taller, wiser, smarter, and braver
But this girl is still my fighter, my starry-eyed wonder.
She is still all my love,
All my courage and empathy.
My you-canât-leave-until-I-sleep, counting stars overhead, and calling my name when sheâs sick.
And here Iâll be,
Telling her stories of past times,
Brushing her hair and soothing her worries
Until my worried girl is snoring once more.
And because that girl I once knew grew up, my love grew up with her.
Divots
Crossing the currents
With boots weighed with water,
A slippery slope to the end.
But the journey may not feel too far
When you take my hand and ask if itâs time.
A somber expression,
Fleeting glances,
And itâs time for me to admit.
May it be your time to cross this river,
Alone.
Had I not already crossed into the woods,
And up the mountains,
Iâd have ventured with you.
Weâd have seen the sights over the peak, explored the unexpected
And journey the worlds end together.
But alas, we had not.
As Iâve journeyed these paths alone,
And by now theyâre weathered.
Oh, What Garden Have We Planted?
This head;
So full of thoughts,
So full of ink that seeps from our words.
Blood that bathes our ideas,
Breathes like wisps of oil and smoke.
Clues of a previous life
Or just ideals of a lovers mind.
Connecting dots in place of freckles.
Aligning stars in patterns of irises.
What do these hands shake for?
What does this heart beat for?
As we breathe cigarette smoke;
Second-handed love
Of a non-loving friend.
Oh, what have we broken now?

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Everything in me would like to decline
The sheer fact that I bought tea bags
In your flavours
Just to remind me of you
And while I mourn you as a lover,
You stand by my side; a lover still.
While I miss your touch as your fingers graze my face.
That I barely notice your fingers turning to claws.
This lover that shares my stead shall heed no words I relinquish.
This lover by my side embraces me, to cling like darkness,
A shadow used to push me from my hell to the watered depths
Of a smoky afterworld
Requiem For The Living
Do I suffer in the silence?
Or make peace with the pain?
Do I softly burn forever?
Or ignite my heart to gain?
Is it easier to turn to dust,
Or make use of corrosion?
Lying here forever,
Watching my own life in slow-motion.
Palm to palm, feel my fingers bleed.
Hand to heart, hear my muffled pleas.
Iâm winded and working,
Cogs spinning and turning,
Collecting hearts
Yet falling apart
Do I close my eyes
Or remain awake for eternity?
Do I toss and turn in nightmares,
Or face the sudden uncertainty?
Can I withhold this burden,
Or shall I fall to my knees, at a loss?
Or take a step to the line, and attempt to cross?
Such uncertainties make our boy, Hamlet, look
Well-mannered and decisive
His inquisitions pale in comparison
But whatâs wrong with a little indecision?
After all, repression is just as is
A depression gone unnoticed,
Slowly killing all it touches and it spreads
Oh it spreads, quickly it does.
But how we yearn to the things that kill us,
We leap to them, and pray for the best
But when do we give up?
When will we fade?
Cracked Memories
Wash the blood from my veins,
Rid these lies of my fingers
Shift my mind to places of brighter intuition
Feel my hips as they bleed words unspoken
Lips softer than any feeling I could have for the likes of you
Cut-throat and cut-paced,
Dead to the eyes of your admirers taste
Depressed in divots and corners we hide:
Divert your eyes from any feeling you may find
Because my blood has been emptied from my veins,
The emotions dead from my tone,
The feelings carved from my heart
In fear of those who came before you
After all this time hiding, I hoped youâd ignore them
The marks of palms pressed to my skull
A pressure unyielding and unbending to my mindâs eye
The feeling of a cloud of darkness shrouding my consciousness,
The last time I remember being free from the heavy handed abyss
To Those, I Raise You
To those who live simply,
Or just simply live
I raise you this:
What is it to just be enough?
To just exist and not right the wrongs of the world.
Starting with your own head,
Working through your own fingers,
Changing the world one corner of the sky at a time.
And when the sky looks too big?
When the clouds are too vast and dark to fix?
We start with puddles and leaves.
We begin with gentle breezes and pale moonlight that needs little fixing.
Because how could one ever be so wicked as to just exist
In a world where you could fix your corner of the sky.
Twilightâs Careful Shadows
Sometimes love is not what it seems,
Not that every one youâll ever meet is a wolf in sheepâs wool,
But very many find it within themselves, with a little help
From said sheep.
Although this discovery,
Self-acclaimed, if you please,
Tends to be one that leads to journey
Not necessarily alone,
But often you venture by yourself.
To find the person you thought you were,
And to leave the person you became behind.
Some love is a mutual friendship,
And never amasses to more than that.
But those are alright too,
They mean no harm.

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Daisies
Twirling in the twists and turns of the house,
Oh what a large house it is.
Tumbling and bounding under the darkness and secrets
Holding the doors open for another, hands in hands
Tagging along like kids, growing in laughter and light.
This house may be rustic, old, creaky
But it houses the unfortunate
And it holds us close
It offers familiarity and comfort
In the places others are too afraid to go,
Because they echo despair.
But some rooms whistle with emptiness
And beckon the children of the night to play
And while you shift through shadows and dance in light
I run against the winds of the abandoned rooms
And the light I cling to seems to fade briefly.
The only thing the house offers me now is muffled silence
I miss it.
The gentle breeze lifting hair in a whirlwind,
The warmth of sun kissed skin,
Gentle boughs of cherry blossom trees grazing skin
I miss it alright.
But this house holds us close, remember?
It draws us from ourselves and offers what was once golden
And warms the roots we make here.
This house draws us from the thorns we create
And offers flowers for thoughts,
Sunshine for laughter,
Happiness in place for our demises.
This house carries us from our own haunted homes
To a place where daisies flower under the most strenuous lights.
Garden of Skeletons
And just like youâve known for ages,
The world begins to tumble
But the jarring lights beckon me back
âYouâre falling in love my sweet.â, soft words make to me
They flit around my head and for the time I sway in their warmth
I embrace their heat, but it easily becomes too much.
âHow does it make you feel?â sharp words bring me back to my knees
âHonestly, Iâm terrified.â
The fires stoke at my heart and prod my mind,
It takes everything to ignore the seething pain in the recess of my waking conscious.
Gentle hands caress my heart and I am drawn from the darkness
Soft words bring me to the daisies in my mind.
But the petals taste bittersweet
The stems and leaves choke my lungs
Petals rain from vessels unknown to it
And the world feels dark once more.