You are all my oceans and my shore

Crash into me, like waves but unbroken.Holy vow sprinkled with holy water.Lift me when I am heavy, be the swell to stop me from sinking.I will drown in you and never have the light go out in my eyes.I will be taken out by your tide, yet never be lost at sea.You are every current...

Take my weapons and give me a garden

She sings me guns and roses to fall asleep like all my defeat and sweetness has become her song. She takes the bullets from my wounds and plants seeds between my ribs. She pries the weapons from my hands so I don’t hurt myself and puts long stems and laughter against my chest instead. And...

Predator territory

i have marked my own body as my own territory with the steel frame of a lion on my shoulder with “courage” across the string of muscles leading to my fist with a gun on my forearm stretching out like my fingers when I reach for the trigger and still the predators come they hide...

I am not afraid to command the devil

I am not my monster. I am not a gift of violence from fists my ancestors couldn't hide. I am not ashamed of my demons. I am not afraid to command the devil to do his darkest work. I am not defeated. I am not the soldier with a sword in his side. I am...

We are left to die in the daylight

Are you the ocean or are you the waves? Are you drowning or crashing in pain? Are you swimming or on the shore? Are you being swept out to sea or standing tall? Are you one with the water beneath your skin? Is your hope wearing thin? Are you alone, with burning feet as you...

I love the bones of you

She loves all the hells out of me. I’ve traded my dark hells for her hands, my heartache for her skin. She is my dungeon dragon queen. She loves the bones of me. I am the skeleton in the closet with doors pulled closed. She is the light through the cracks pushing in. She loves...

To this end

This deep breath, this gasp this drawing in. This sin, this giving in this transgressing. This rage, this page this release, this peace almost. This wreck, this sinking, this drinking drowning sorrows till sleep. This weeping child, this hard heart, these eyes these tears, these years lost in fears like running wild through forest. These...

Become giants from the ground

Here is the unmaking in petals falling with not enough weight to break. From faith of smallest measure, a giant stems from ground’s hold – pushing and making way fighting against earth and air gently. It wouldn’t be called growth if there was no gravity for it’s only in the martyr of life that we...