A mild sepia sunset fades into dingy grey, Burdened with the weight of a falling sand grain, A murky empty well dug for no want of water, Makes no promises of the dregs that remain. But must be delved for the memories of ancient rain, By a man unable to detach recall. His autonomous reflections push...

The soldier boy was sitting calmly underneath that tree. As I approached it, I could see him beckoning to me. The battle had been long and hard and lasted through the night And scores of figures on the ground lay still by morning’s light. “I wonder if you’d help me, sir”, he ...

Dull iron fetters chafe marrow through flesh Blood bonds with rust and scarlet with maroon. Fumes of necrosis trail a single file And pollute the lungs of a dead platoon That will carry on, even to the dearth. Carrion, without the comforts of earth. From the putrid mass rises dissonance Dissidence a...

These words degrade the paper as they write By failing to suppress and condem desires That spill and dry with spotty ballpoint ink And coagulate like blood as hope expires. She will never grace these words with her gaze. Or smear them with her crying, or quiet The wails of a soul in isolation Fight...

Tears as a fist grabs a soul from a sanctum. Entrails and blood left pointing to a culprit Who gloats in the glow of this coveted prize Oblivious, ambivalent, unwilling To release it to familiar constraints. It grasps at solace and holds fast its own hope It’s own home, it’s old past, re...

I’d love to say… The Honey-brown strands in your dark curls That compliment your autumn leaf eyes, Undulate like many sine curves, Or the edges of french fries, Entrance me to the point where I Want to feel your locks intertwined with my fingers. That your sweet breath like a subtle m...

Lead me out on a stormy night On a procession to a baptismal lake You Take my hand as I take your invite As we brace ourselves from the winds and the wake Mumbling thunder echoes our solemn pledge Lightning illuminates the darkened depth And shows the things we seek to dredge Yet still things for w...

Poison on the lips of death, you continue to fu*k with the devil, don’t know when to fold em, you still push my buttons. I envision a day where i would rip your heart out, and stab it dead, till the little rascal doesn’t move anymore. Silent now, no more lies and pity, silent now. You kn...

We were like a precious picture Painted with the brushes of perfection, Dipped in acid and hot oil, Sprayed with a gallon bottle of lies In the form of peroxide, Your art of dodging the truth Caused colours to run. Realism become a 2d nightmare mainly Because you enjoyed the fight more than the Few ...

Make me the dusty jacket in your closet That you wear Once every year To go outside an play in the mud, I dont care. Take the warmth of my animalistic body And be my seasonal parasitic host. No need to dust off cobwebs Or even repair broken strings. Threads that lead to my core Footprints to the doo...