Night Cap

This is bullshit. It was supposed to turn out differently.

Last night I gave you the stars.

All you gave me was a mess. Stained sheets, wild hair, a leg cramp, and nothing to show for it. With you, I felt more alone than I  ever have.

Now you wanna blow up my phone? 

Call me ‘bae’ and take me out?

I just want to forget you ever existed.

I don’t need someone with all the right kindling and none of the flame. 

I just want to feel alive. 

Gem or Junk, Writings

Push, Pardon

To all those that push

All those that fight
All the lost losers losing loosely

To all you buggers, barren, beaten, bullied
You faghags, batty boys, effeminate pussies.
You bitches, bastards, shit eating motherfuckers

You subjugated, segregated,
Degraded with self hatred

To all of you the gods have deemed unworthy
To you the saints deemed sinners
And the unoriginal condemn as abnormal

I raise this glass to you.
This chalice of human transgressions overflowing with feral iniquity.
I am queen of imperfections
And I toast to you.



She had wondered what it meant, 

When it was happening, 

She payed little attention. 

Suddenly, she found herself, 

In the middle of a wildfire, 

Ash falling down around her like snow. 

She was shocked to see what was burning; 

High above her in the sky, 

The bridges she worked so hard to build, 

Collapsing on barren ground. 

She shivered at the thought of it, 

Even shed a tear. 

But she kept moving, 

Further into the light.  


She Loved a Beggar Man

If all he had done was lie to her, 

she could’ve forgiven that,

moved on from him,  her love in tow. 

Instead, he plucked every flower

from her field,  wrapped them

in gold tissue paper, 

and sold them back to her. 

Instead he wrangled every star in her sky, 

pulled them to the ground, 

and gifted them to her as a dowry. 

She could’ve forgiven him for lying to her, 


But he made her lie to herself,  and that,  

she reasons,  is unforgivable.  


McCray Creek Trail

We’ve kept each other’s secrets like no one’s business.

Protecting each other by throwing sticks and stones at others.

Too bad for us though.

All that throwing,

and all along they were cloaking daggers.

When the first one hit your back you spilled like water.

Nothing to do now but watch you sink.

I could say what you want to hear.

But you know I won’t mean it.