What The Mirror Sees In My Face

Deep brown galaxieswith black holes in the center of each, 

ensconced in hollowed out pearls

on display behind glass cases.

Below the exhibition,

soft petals painted navy and plum

by the sleepless nights

with their brushes.

Coffee colored velvet

speckled with scars from insecurities

and delicate kisses

from the sun.

Small pink cave

chapped and cracked, with blisters inside

thoughts racing like comets

as the darkness approaches.

But still, the stars have not lost their fire,

perpetually shining light,

blinking from across the galaxy,

waiting for some sort of sign.

I see them twinkle from the distant black holes. 
They are blinking back at me.

Third Degree Burns

Tear stained skin as she drives,
heading down a street all too familiar to her,
a sky striped with the silhouette of palm trees
and painted a blazing bright scarlet red.

The sharp pain of a vague memory still lingers,
Like a paper cut on her finger,
how everything she touches finds a way to sting her,
but the pain, like a melancholy melody, sings her to sleep.
She weeps.

Trapped in a dream, a desire
A passion that blazed
But burned her with the fire.
The bitter taste of tea
Scalding her tongue,
Love was the oxygen
of now deprived lungs,
Yet the flame within her heart
Has not been extinguished.

How long will it take
for her to get over
an imaginary heartbreak?
How will she heal the invisible scars
of a fire that never happened?

Finding You

I was the damp earth, reaching out into the abyss; cold, empty, and quiet.
I was alone, drifting and lost. I was the center of my own universe.

You are the sun.
Bursts of light within you guide me as I find myself.
You have now become the center of my solar system.
I worship you.

You’re brilliant, and I can be dense; nevertheless, you put up with me anyways.
On my coldest days, I feel the glow of your soul as you surround me in your embrace.

Your powerful magnetic field pulls me in.
At your core, you are a ticking time bomb, but I don’t care.

But I am not yours.

I am just another planet that revolves around your heavenly self, admiring from 4.22 light years away.

This one

This one is the blood rushing beneath my skin,
Causing pink lotus flowers to appear on my cheeks,
That burn bright despite my attempts to hide them.

This one is the glow of a flame at night,
And the closer I get, the more golden I feel
Until I get too close and burn to a crisp, melted on the inside.

This one is a choice I have to make.
I’m at a fork in the road,
But a fork isn’t dangerous until you stick it in an outlet.

And she is the electricity coursing through my veins.


Alone in my room and I hear a knock,
Icy electricity, I freeze in shock.
I try to swim but I can’t make it to the dock,
I’m running out of time, like a ticking clock.

Followed, then chased, not a race,
Falling on my face, surrounded, no space.
Surrounded by people, crowded by faces,
People repeating cliché phrases.

The lies hiding behind the joker’s smile,
The eyes of the dark, watching all the while,
And even when you’re alone, you’re being watched.

Long legged spider screaming at me
To stop my dreaming, get back to work or you’ll
Never be good enough, and you’re not as
Clever as you think you are.

Am I afraid of heights? Or the fall?
Or am I afraid of nothing at all?
Because the scary thoughts come at nightfall
And death seems more like an invitation, like a friendly call.

A permanent end is sweet, darkness enticing,
Delicious and deadly, like poison icing,
Toxic, damaged, and beyond repair,
Is life worth living if it’s a living nightmare?