A poem — — I lay encircled by her vain, As the flames continued to consume me. Her voice like shackles of the earth Towards the fire beneath. The smoke engulfed my lungs As I choked away my sanity. Her tumultuous disguise burned inside me. Whatever dispelled sin from faith I could not longer tell. Whatever…

A poem — — He looked alkaline, Still and assured. But no one let out The cries of the storm. You were caught with string And fields of terror - No one heard the shrieks of the night When all the sheets were torn. …

A poem — — Heat is overwhelming with a sensation That makes the body repel all agents To diminish every fragment For none. In its absence we find the contrary A longing that is befuddled By a need to be surrounded To be swarmed with unnecessary causes. Everything becomes a need. Everything becomes nothing. But light is neither of these…

A poem — — They say that sadness comes in waves. As if melancholy was a melody, An echo that left to always return. Temporary, yet always permanent. When I imagine the beach, I see waves of water crashing into innocent sand, A land that still greets the shore without reason, Particles that shine so defeated…

A poem — — You're my home, my seeker, My sweet creature, Love me in the dark. You know my secrets and my demons, Sculpted in the mold. And with these visions comes indecision, And provocation too bold. Settled scores and ruptured gold, Some nights are mine to hold. …

A poem — — This is the letter I’m not allowed to write, As I lie in this bed watching myself fade. I am told to smile the pain away, When these muscles have been numbed By chemicals I cannot name, And numbers I cannot read. I am not allowed to name death, Or to…

A poem — — You fractured through the centuries, Memories of humankind. But the moment we arose, From the ground you drowned us in, You sent for the hurricane. First you deserted the maidenhair, And then you targeted the bay. Soon there were no more Of the Quercus ilex nor the camphor. No more…

A poem — What is the price of peace, If we cannot grieve, If there is no reprieve, If we cannot find ease? We applaud men of chivalry, Holding our pride in cavalry, But we forget that times before dawn, Are where we gave birth to our brawn. For what is the price…