Lazy Suicide


All purpose bled

I wait for the never

when you said

we’d be together


The Attic


A ghost fashioned out of love and nostalgia to calm my storm paces the attic floor. The lines of her hands trace up the stairs with fingerprints and echoes of laughter. Aching for the breath and bones, I sit with the construct as she continues to color me. With all that grace and light she speaks to what was and what should have been. I gently nod and remind the ghost I have made, she is loved truly and unconditionally.




Clearing Rubbish


Bits of rubbish left behind

Tossed aside like I was

For something ‘better’

Thrown to the wayside

I pick up the pieces

Collect them in a bin

Staring at them

Pining for the past

With nowhere

To empty the can

Should I leave it be

Accept my burdened fate

Or embrace the refuse

Knock over the receptacles

Of hurt heart shards

And live among them

Sculpting garbage art

From the remnants

Of unrequited love

Clearing Flotsam

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Clouds of dark grey

Hang heavy over dreary loss

Blocking light’s true path

The rat race thickens

Warm respite not to be had

With futures in flux

Hopes are memories still held

Unrequited love

Haunts the waking life

Arresting the sense of self

A ship full of ghosts

Amongst flotsam and jetsam