Poems

I love the color red

It’s the color of love and the color of the heart
It’s the color when...

I’m not attracted to men
In fact I’m absolutely terrified of most men

I’m terrified when I...

He
Is
A
Song

Yep...
Golden notes and all that...

​​​​​Tell yourself it's ok
To not open that door

That the noise cannot hurt
You're...

She’s looking out her kitchen window
where she used to see me
cutting our lawn
water...

Sully, sully, and be sullied
Is it for the filth or thrill?
Sullied by a dollar bill
...

The following admission
honest to dogness haint no bunk
nobody, but yours truly
bore...

I feel good,
I don't feel bad,
I feel happy
I don't feel sad,
I feel love,...

There's a lot of static in love, the white noise that contains the rebels , and the bandits of a flame...

Whistler‘s Mother is a painting
Like no other as she sits in her chair
The colors are so fair...

There will always be more than just the one way
of looking at anything and everything
...

they never leave you
the screams of brothers in arms
they never leave you
their...

Sprockets, cogs, and tiny screws. – Working in coordinated coherence.
Mechanical, melodic, rhythmic...

Two hearts catching fire
Blazing hot flames of love
Burning deep inside our hearts
...

A hefty Price pierces my shining armor,
and in her words my soul flounders.
My strength...

done with the march I plummet. like iron steam as melodious as a question
singing in the hinge of...

Sometimes I like to look in the mirror
sometimes It’s really tough
I keep telling myself...