Sample Poetry:

I haven’t been sleeping well.

  • A heavy heart sinks deeper into a bed than could ever be comfortable

    Many a night have been spent laying above salt stained satin, Knowing that if I had to, all you are is a few states and 1000 hours of walking away.

    The clock chirps it’s ticking song as I wait for my arms to grow long enough to reach you

    Even with just a finger tip

    I feel you watching behind my head, outside my window.

    If only this was the kind that opened.

  • Days lost, by now, sucked into the box that sometimes shows me your face

    Like leaving the needle full of my drug in my vein long enough that instead my blood begins to pour out.

    All the pretty words in the world could never say more than “I miss you.”

    The feel of your skin under my hand is more of a heaven than I’d ever need

    I live for the now because I know there is no greater paradise than getting to love you by choice

    Maybe if I cry enough I can cut through the earth with a river than can bring me to you, but I think the place I’ve chosen is too dry for rivers of such magnitude.

  • I alone am not useless, but I am as meaningless as one side of Velcro without its counterpart.

    Nothing to stick to

    Nothing to touch

    Nothing to hold and nothing to hold me

    I never felt colder before you than I do now.

    Not because your hands feel frigid, but instead because I now know what it is to feel warm.

    To one night fall asleep in your arms is to torture the version of me that must do the same outside of them the next.

    And it has been 6 nights since I had that privilege, So I haven’t been sleeping well.

  • Cremation

    To end in flames is to ensure that your body will only ever be your own. 

    Not even the earth shall have you.

    No one hand will ever touch your once supple skin after you could have a say in the matter.

    Your matter will disappear before the thought of you ever could,

    You could never lose a shred more of yourself to someone else, for you will be not.

    You would have no bones to crack,

    No skin to cut,

    And no heart left to break.

    But most importantly for you, my love, no piece of you could ever feel the cold touch of him ever again.

    You entered the world wet and cold. Time and time again.

    Warm yourself and feel the freedom of oblivion at the embrace of a flame.