Tell me something, boy, don’t you ever wonder What could be if dreams weren’t a void after all these years? Aren’t you getting weary...

He is gentle. There are no sharp words grazing over veins, no daggers from the roof of his mouth to beat me down. There are only pieces...

Dive bar nights, neon lights, cigarette smoke, maybe a toke of something a little strong. Dance in the parking lot to an old song, this...

A long way from the truth is where you stranded me, like snake skin left in dirt, bitter words from fatal fangs. Thought your poison...

She dreams of lilacs in the rain. Something about old country songs and a June downpour brings out the nostalgia. She says: “Love is...

A lone star over a train yard at midnight, guiding home a runaway heart. Your cigarettes still linger leftover in the ashtray; blue eyes...

Adoration of you renders me terrified. I don’t know how you see so deeply, so sharply, these fragments, this patchwork. Me and my smart...

Two shattered goodbyes later where the word was never really said. Piles of boxes by the door, a strong drink and a cigarette, A yearning...

I want to run until wildflowers meet the horizon, a mere silhouette, shaking hands, terrified of starting over out where gypsies roam,...

Outrunning memories, barreling down back roads, past Alberta fields barren. Speed; adrenaline; hammer down. Something endless ahead,...

I am not broken. Rejection doesn’t make me unlovable. I am done living for a dream. It’s time to love me. I am a fucking lotus flower,...

Crumbling bricks of this fortress after all these years. Let them crash around me, crawling in ashes, fighting for myself when the ghost...

My apologies for seemingly abandoning my blog posts. I am a terrible blogger, apparently. About a month ago, I decided to finally combat...

You can crush me to dust; You’ll still find glitter remnants from this heart. I’ll scramble to salvage shards glinting silver in...

It was like throwing hockey pucks at the wall watching shadows dance where holes crashed through. Don’t know where poems like this take...

I only miss smoking cigarettes every now and then; a whimsical yearning to let something go when it’s beyond my control. Silvery ribbons...