Poetry Magazine

Am I drowning into an apocalypse
with voices chanting inside me
that tells me that
I should never allow the light
to fall upon me?… Continue reading Falling →

I’ve got this peaceful kind of memory, in a city washed heavy in my blood. … Continue reading Scooping Honey from the Sky →

uncover treasure
dine exotic
pack light
clothes carefree
showers sparse
hunt warmth… Continue reading The Vacation →

I try constantly, not to have anger toward you.
the way you cast me aside.
Loved me less.
Ignored my cries for help.… Continue reading Mommy Too →

coming in strong with senses neglected, blearily wandering with shadows that took her by the hand and overpowered her mind. … Continue reading Soft Wreckage →

I sat inside a room
and promised myself
I wouldn’t come out
until I was “better.”… Continue reading Better →

Light screams bright rays through my pupils.
Bars mixed to an intense temperature open in front of me, leading through halls of red hot lava.
While the absence of darkness deafens.
Heat shivers away, and I’m not scared.
Even while the ground sweeps and god kicks my legs from contentment.
Falling, Into what I think is damnation.… Continue reading Wistful Regret →

And perhaps, those bad kids fought great wars and lost,
Their blood splattered on your mahogany walls,
And you handed them a bucket to clean their shit off the stalls,
And perhaps, who you’re blaming is you.… Continue reading Bad Kids →

Poems on my mind, adventures at my feet. Flowers in my hand, my sorrows far beneath, my sand filled mess I call a braid. … Continue reading Sun Rays →

I once saw a feather leave an imprint on snow.
A refraction of light whispering a story of how life came to be.
A curious passerby insisting on remembering.
All of life has a story.
A reason for being.… Continue reading Refraction of Light →