Category Archives: Poetry

buckeye shmuckeye, get out of my lawn, that’s all i ever hear that old bastard yell over my headphones before i turn up the volume. who is he to call me a buckeye? the nickname holds no affection, yet it … Continue reading →

i will let my soul go on and inhabit another why should it be confined within these walls, of someone with no direction, no discipline, no substance? this body defies its needs, it rebels against itself, relying strictly on what … Continue reading →

“for your own safety and protection” words that refuse to inspire consolation let your mouth form around them over and over to be honest: if you can convince yourself of it do not be surprised when you can’t convince others

i’m a genie in a bottle baby come on and let me out your words can hold me captive of that i have no doubt

no bloodied halls will grant my entrance into a white future. i saw that filthy corridor that led to his impending torture while mine ended in only purity. at least filth can be scrubbed off with bare hands; red residue … Continue reading →

there is no rival to that of walking into a bookstore. there is no concept of speed within those walls, only the leisure of staring at every author’s name scribbled on the fragile bindings. and then, when the titles of … Continue reading →

the pond is so high its waves graze the clouds sloshing onto the blue ocean blue upon blue upon blue I lose my eyes in the movement menacingly serene, threatening the critters at a deathly pace cry to me, share … Continue reading →

I’m driving the wheel glides under my fingertips there goes a blue house, a red the local pizzeria is on the left a blood lab on the right and ahead, ahead is my inevitable home interesting how the air changes … Continue reading →

181 days who’d wish me one more day to stay with your glowing essence? I wish myself to do the deed, a gift not to you, but to myself. 4344 hours who’d wish me one more hour to cower between … Continue reading →

faces of purple, blue fill my vision and then I’m staring down the neck of a toilet its water: so clear, unperturbed it sits and waves leaving its condolences she is the only thing in my ears her uncanny ability … Continue reading →