Poem: Running Through My Veins

 I don’t do drugs

but let me snort

the trail lines planes leave behind

To get high on the views from above

and trace the farmlands

streams

and streets 

With finger tips itching for a taste

just a little taste

of the New York City skyline 

Poem: From the Ashes

Your last breath 

killed the lamb

you raised

for the slaughter 

I rose from the ashes

of your burned body

I woke up one day

shook out my mane

renewed

the eldest daughter

Poem: Oh Hospital Bed

Oh hospital bed 

Oh hospital bed

How many you held

Are now dead?

With peeling paint 

Where loved ones stood

Contemplating life

Love

And fate?

Oh hospital bed 

Oh hospital bed 

Worn down to muted tones

How many souls have stayed

And followed you into homes? 

Though not a home for bones

You’ve seen more death

Than catacombs 

Oh hospital bed 

Oh hospital bed 

Do some stare down

And never speak a word?

Holding cold hands

To feel something,

To be silently heard? 

Starring hard

As the whole world blurs

Oh hospital bed 

Oh hospital bed 

What do we do?

They untucked her soul

And wheeled her out

And left us with only you

You’ll move on

But the watchers cannot

End their watch

And be through 

- Poem- Death Isn’t the End All

 They came for your body

But took your brain

 Where once life was certain 

You found a way to drain

 Now that your thoughts are not your own

And no longer clinically insane 

 I pity the shell you are

And where you will remain

-Poem- Bloodlines

Stay the course

Follow the lines

Never color outside

It’s safe between the contours

The network of lies

You’re sheltered in familiarity 

Of highs and lows

You’re only safety measure severed

If you cut the wires

That hung your family

By throats dry from keeping quiet 

Bloodlines mean nothing

If there’s no more blood to give 

Poem: Downward Facing Spiral

 Downward facing spiral

Bubbles of gasping breaths 

Beats of thrown off rhythms 

Threadbare and war torn hearts

Harrowing drumrolls like thunder 

Warnings of past storms

Similar patterns 

Bleeding doors

And

Worn out screams 

Wallpapered walls freshly scared

With sunflower blooms 

Of fists slammed there

Bruised finger tips

And ripped nails from their beds

If only shredding memories

Was as easy as it seemed

But we all suffer ghosts

Who internally scream

Poem: Christmas Lights

Red blue green

The longer you stare 

The more colors you see

They blur eventually 

Like everything good and bad

Until the color blends

Bleeds

And flows

Like there’s no end in sight

Just a blurry rainbow river

Running down your face

Tears flow with a light show

Too cheery for sorrow 

Poem: Covenant of Chaos

We speak in tongues
but it's labeled PTSD
trauma
we chant
and get locked down in chains
"Witch..."
they whisper
at each
and
every
turn
As heartbreak rips
the soul from head to toe
A psychotic break
they say
based on sorrow
Saving a guilty convert
fingers point
to downtrodden glances
a romance as old as time
between 
me and mine. 

Poem: UNbound

 Face down
we grip the sheets
you make me feel
and forget
everything
I praise on high
aloud for you alone
while you pant my name
a prayer in kind
soft gasps of release
in the middle of the night.