Lip Service

I want to see her eyes
crane up and lock with mine.

If I said I was ready,
I’d be a liar because
I’m nervous.

Lip service,
from her,
is what I’m begging for.
Her’s are perfection,
and I cannot ignore
their scarlet seduction.


Severed (Work in progress)

Puzzle pieces littered the floor.
My gaze darting to and fro.
I see my inner child escaping.
I feel my heart leaping and leaving.
My imagination is trying to revive me,
but my rational has already severed
the veins that facilitated my creativity.

“Writer’s Block”

This piece was written in response to Poetry Riot’s prompt, over on Tumblr, titled “when the smoke clears”. If you use Tumblr check them out HERE.

“Writer’s Block”

Here I sit…
Watching this cursor flick
in and out,
and in and out,
and in and out,
in…. and out,
of existence
on this virtual surface
on this virtual notepad
on this monitor of mine.

One would label
this sensation as
“Writer’s block”,
but this time around
I’m not blocked,
but instead I’m suffocating on smoke.
A smoke left perpetually
drifting in and out,
of my mind and
it’s dictating my ability
to productively produce
a piece of poetry.

But when the smoke clears
flames begin whirl-winding again.
Words forming lines,
then lines forming stanzas,
and then I wind up
with a fire storm
called a poem.

It’ll blaze awile,
but once that blaze fades out,
I’m left with the suffocating
smoke again,
that some would label
“Writer’s block”.

Dig deeper.

Free your mind.
Take some time
and dig a bit deeper
just to see what you’ll find.

Jot it down in a notebook,
or film it.
Paint it on a canvas,
or craft it.
Snap it with a camera,
or sketch a rough draft of it.
Act it out,
or sing it out.
Pluck it out
on some guitar strings,
or tap it out on some keys.

leave doubt,
an the fear of failure,


Soaring Hearts

Our hearts are soaring
higher then before and,
we swore never to go back to being grounded.

The clouds are roaring
wile we where fly’in’ round them,
weightless, and unbounded.

Wile the world was snoring,
we decided to take our flight,
and that’s when our hearts began pounding.

Our love started pouring
over top of the trees,
and everything surrounding.


Sunshine; Flower

She wore a yellow flower in her hair.
She said – ”It means nothing.”
But to a poet, everything gets paired with meaning…

Her eyes began gleaming 
at the sound of my words,
that began flowing from my mouth
in poetic explanation of how the
bright yellow flower matched her heart.

The poem I spoke; 
“How bright the petals, of yellow, glow.
The ones you placed in your hair.
They followed the same path,
and shared the same energy,
produced by your heart. 

Let it shine though!
Even if the darkness
decided to envelope you.
Swallow you.
Hold you closer then I do.

The sun is the only one 
in comparison to how magnificent your  
your soul shines.
Words are scarce to find.
I’m in awe of your sunshine.”