Sweet January

I cannot remember a time when January did not bring me dread,I am, after all, a child of the new year, of deep winter, of power outages,of "don't be greedy for your birthday, it was only just Christmas,"and other such memories that secretly made me wish I was a Spring Child(Queue the laughter from my …

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Personality Test

The test results are in:Analyzing different archetypes,Jung's psychedelia page notes,Shadowy consciousness between our minds,Type A, Type B, Briggs-Meyers, LMNOP,Crystalline transference,Enneagram Quizletz, in a range of responses,Computed on our algorithm,Compiled by our affiliates,All to say... We're just different people.

Fever Dreams #2

Fuchsia dreams of white-light rooms,Repeating rhythms in coral suspension,Cold nights framed in crystal borders,Nightly bodies burst in ruby drops,While princesses dance with shotguns,Staccato steps and smoky smiles,Screaming lurid secrets,Spilling from dreamer's lips,At the moment we awake. Over and over again I'll die,Until one day things could beDifferent.

Third Eye

I'm a tightly-wound knot of fear,Silently growing,Ever the smaller,Yet ever the denser,Like a cancer that grows inward,A gleaming pearl of horror,Lodged deep withinThe center of my mind.

Listen to my Music

Loosely I lift memories,My mind's little music,From lilting melodic lullabies,To the morbid lucidities,of mindless maladies,Murmuring lifelessly,Luring madness lightly,Murdering light likely,Lyrical membrane lo -Until I cannot recall how it goes.

My Name is Lost

I am resigned to the thought,That one day I will be lost,And the final memory of my name,Will be the stray recollections of a cat,Eating beneath a picnic table,Where our my name is carved,Made by fumbling hands,Too drunk to care that,"It's such a cliché!"Egged on by your teasing,Commemorating these little moments,That quickly fade in time,Until …

Conversations Online

I struggle to understand people, that’s not poetry, it’s a simple fact, My actions are built upon a framework, steps to accomplish a given task, I’m not a robot, I’m just focused, But when others act without purpose, I confess to feeling robotic and my understanding less than earnest. For example, I have an old …

Green Seas, Blue Skies

I am floating on my back,Upon this sea of green envy,Staring at a broken blue sky,Only occasionally struggling,When it serves my own interests,Or when the waves come crashing,Without even asking,Drowning me casually, like a friend,And I can then say unsarcastically,That the sky is a beautiful because it is blue,Even though it isn't really really blue,More …

I was feeling Anxious

I was feeling anxious,Fingers twitching in an effort to calm,Flipping a cigarette in intricate circles,As ideas flowed from my scalp in oily streaks,Meeting a shallow breath stinking of poverty,Eyes stinging with sweat and living,Another moment summons apathetic choices,Like lingering smoke bored of my company,Choosing to drift away into oblivion,I check my phone, 15:17,Useless,Tracking the time …

Fever Dreams

I glimpsed the Way behind the Veil,In the Mountains behind the Dark Moon,Where thought and dreams flows like honey,Consumed as wine, stirring dreamless sleep. In the Way, Love is a spear in your side,As ever-falling blood form glistening stairs,Descending to Nine Hells' Enlightenment,Where Hermits transcend into hollow husks. Lost faerie rings expand into Cwlwm Celtaidd,The …