Tuesday, November 28, 2017

When Did I Write This?

I find my youth
in search of my high. 
Can't let loose 
or let this ego die.
I choke trying to diversify. 
Do I qualify to be known as I?
You felt young before, 
but now you identify.
Suppression to solidify.
I find my youth 
in search of my high.
The rush fools
I rush to gratify.
Age is a sentence I wish to pacify.
Numbness is how I clarify.
I find my truth
in search of my high.

Thursday, June 1, 2017

Pain and Subterfuge

Can't let go of my anger for you
All your pain and subterfuge 
Now that our time is your revenue 
Can I make this numbness new
Every question I struggle through
Really I know the answer to 

Friday, May 12, 2017


Don't you ever leave.
Because I got plans for your eyes
and can't make time to grieve.
I'm messy and flippant but
far from naive.
Surely my kindness will offer reprieve
from a world who sets out to inflict and bereave?
Don't you leave.
Remember dancing?
My hand on your waist and yours on my sleeve?
We spin and we twirl and I feel like I've achieved.
I'm breathless and dizzy and look up to receive,
a glimpse of your grace,
a mental image of your ass that I thieve.
Please don't leave.
I've got promises to give
if you promise to receive.
Just don't leave.

Saturday, May 6, 2017


I bring you ginger ail, after bourbon filled nights
Stuttering and stumbling to find words when we fight
I just want to see your happiness
To see your face in the light
Don't confuse wit with a cockiness
I get nervous, I get tight
Because there's anger in love
And I know it
There's pain in the closeness
But don't show it
Remember how I smell
Remember when you loved it
Because there's anger in love
And that feeling is real
I listen to your words
But, I hear only how you feel
I understand the silence
And I'm still here for us to heal
Because there is anger in love

Wednesday, April 12, 2017


Hey, you. How sweet do I taste?
Catch that drip, please don't waste.
Face to face. Face erased.
Fate defaced and love effaced.
What about my nuance? You used to chase.
Without purity, promise, a life in chaste?
Eyes misplaced with my silhouette to trace,
Remember that kiss....
                                   .......our birthplace.
Don't go too far, don't leave our space.
Please, will you just remember that taste?

Saturday, April 8, 2017


I'm valuable
when I got something to offer up.
I get nervous when they make you choose,
I lose,
I'm grabbing runners up.
Bottoms up, that's growing up.
If passion had a temperature,
I'm cold and I'm not burning up.
Sitting, fretting, letting, upsetting
Sweating until you ask "What's up?"
With most of what you say, I say
You are attempting to just clean it up.
I'm locking up,
emotionally stocking up.
I'm exhausted and thinking of letting up.
These conversations rarely had.
You'll read this with no follow up.

Saturday, April 1, 2017


Today I'm skinnier than I've ever been.
So, happiness must be around the bend?
Past participle of be.
If life has a ballot,
I'd vote absentee.
Absent, I spent me.
Cashed in all my individuality.
I'm her.
I'm he.
They want decisions.
No neutrality,
There is a winner.
No, Miss Congeniality.

Wednesday, March 29, 2017

R. R.

Love is a service
And we pay with time
Didn't catch your check
So I cashed in mine
Everything is fine
My life's divine
If hearts had a toll
You couldn't pay the fine
 You are lukewarm, you are a moderate
I said that I was ready, YOU were hesitant
And, I meant every word of it, all of it

Maybe I wasn't ready to submit
But you were always too lit...
                                                 ...to commit
Emotional counterfeit
Knew you didn't mean it
So, I got the bill split
Don't double talk to me
I can hear and I can see
Grab some authenticity
Never infidelity
Just your jealousy

Monday, March 27, 2017

Each moment a space I've never seen before
My feet are standing here but my minds at war
You keep saying that you love me
I hit restart, restore
If it didn't work when I restarted
Guess I still needed more
Sex, sex, sex
Makes the world go turn
Flex, flex, flexing on me
You like the world to burn
Sec, sec, seconds
Of your time I've earned
Wreck, wreck, wreckage
I can't seem to ever learn
Nobody seems to have the right advice for me
And when I ask you to decide
It isn't about apathy
I've stayed up, laid up in all my chaos
Filled up, swallowed up with anxiety
And no pay off
If asked once more about sobriety
I'd still choose you
And, they can fuck off

Monday, March 20, 2017

Spring in Wonderland

My life is a conundrum
and nothing is fact
sometimes I drink coffee with cream
and sometimes it's black
sometimes I'm a girl
and sometimes I feel whack
but the task's intact
and the mask is cracked
took the pill you gave
still missing what I lacked
out of the womb
it was "redirect" "refract"
I love to pretend
to act the great act
but what is real
identity abstract
I'm not who you think
that's the fact

Wednesday, February 22, 2017

Feeling Liberated

No, I don't want to lose my mind tonight.
 It takes years but I learn to justify
 chemical confusions, delusions. I fight
back, but I'm losing. A medical missed connection,
confession. I haven't learned a lesson.
No, I can't be sober right now.
I could, but these thoughts are loud
screaming, seething. You don't ask me
how I'm feeling? Stay caffeinated, agitated.
I miss feeling liberated.

Thursday, February 16, 2017

I reread your letter today.

"Keep up the good work-
-you really should publish."
But I've been working all night
and my body gets reckless.
As I spit towards the sky,
not understanding my successes,
I wish someone would stop me
and tell me I'm above this.
But I suffer below it,
and the evidence I dismiss.
I wish the Bible had been a guide
to actual bliss.
Instead lying and trying
just to convince,
I wish it had been about love,
I got nothing to fix.

Monday, February 13, 2017


I could scream to infinity
Sex, musk, and especially femininity
Your kiss is proof of the art of serendipity
And, when the mood is right and the mood has struck
As I move down your back and try my luck
I'm as masculine as I need to be
when it's time to f-


Could you be my everything?
Everything is everything.
Samson met Delilah
when it was still in the month of Spring.
All I want is happiness.
Is there a roll for me to play?
After relinquishing my manliness,
can I still afford my price to pay?
For love and its excess. Monogamy and all its stress?
It's okay these hips move side to side,
the hands still have the power to caress

Thursday, February 9, 2017

What am I Asking For?

Nothing last
forever. What is
your idea
of happiness? I don't understand
how you don't see
that powerful hand grabbing
as it ticks towards
this bed. It is temporary,
this flesh. Yet, my memory holds
steadfast. My anxiety is
expecting your absence.
I am the cause,
         fearful of the effect.

Tuesday, January 31, 2017

You are my longest friend
That echo that followed me at recess
What a patient companion I have
You disappear as I reassess
As a child they called me dramatic
But a child's mind understands success
I can't find success
So I have you, or you have me...I guess

Wednesday, January 25, 2017


I have a proclivity to the numbness
Where my dreams are my realities
Am I only me in my subconscious
Can you only see me in my deficiencies
I'm a queen, I'm flawless
I scream
People value your idiosyncrasies
As it fits into their realities
But, if you can't see me in my rawness
Past the disease in actualities
You haven't seen me
No, you haven't seen me