I closed my lips a final time Let whispers of your name Become the rhyme I never hoped to tame With wishes cold as mine I sealed them with a bit of wax Impressed them with a mark That seemed to match Your color growing stark Caressed in gold and black I closed my eyes, [...]



How shall I describe you? Using virtues I ascribe you? With a magnifying glass To see the soul that lives inside you? With a pen or else a painting Knowing well it would deprive you Of the essence that I clearly see from my view? So then, how shall I assess The fact that words [...]


"Goodnight," she said one night, and that was allNo argument, no screaming, not another text or callAs if a drought emerged from what was once a waterfallA sudden stallI hit a wallI couldn't climb, or under, crawl"I miss you," I lamented knowing wellNobody would receive the words, but fuck it, what the hell?And maybe I [...]


I still have every word you've saidIt's all that I have left of youBut don't remember whyI can't recall the day when they were newBut still I'm filled with dreadFor if I let them go, the memories would dieI still have everything I wroteA little stack of fading inkThat should have never driedI don't know [...]


They came to him, the king with crystal crown and crimson cape, With courtly curtsies of contrition and conditions of escape For lingered, he, beleaguered, long lamenting and alone With little litanies and lines of logic littering his home With weather always winter, lacking windows or the will To see a world of waning worry, [...]


What flourished underneath of us Like wounds we never tended Nor intended Actions that we both defended Never mended Grew infected and distended Gangrenous, and leaking pus And still, the blade we pushed aside Rejecting amputation And cessation Opting sadly for stagnation And frustration Finding no alleviation But we never really tried We merely watched [...]


Lacking will to thus remain Or else depart, a ghost she then became To haunt me as I haunted her With subtle words, she barely even heard And lacking any true recourse Or avenues, she chose to lack remorse And I, the same was lacking mine Like clocks with missing hands and yet they chime [...]