The Price of One Doubloon

My memories of you seem to be coated in sugar In my old age my farewell wishes and fruitful blessings for you will not cease Your representation meant so much more to me than what you really were         Independence, but at a price Now I wander in a fog towards an…

Fiction and Non-Fiction

Thankfully, the steep passage down the rabbit hole is now equipped with a newly constructed ladder provided by the absence of my former vice Down and up reality I travel Some days longer than others I delve into the new age There is a lot of shit I believe to be phony But what the…

I Inhaled the Universe on a Late Night in August

This time I ran to the rabbit hole with slight hesitation, hoping I would finally find the happiness I had been fiending for with my destructive curiosities. The long fall down felt like an eternity wrought with anxious expectations, as if I would find a bottomless pit unfit for the new me I have striven…

Existence

Slowly the tears stream down her face, uninterrupted by busy hands. The willful soul and the beaten martyr transform from one another in a cycle that may never cease to exist until the sun decides its last rise was its previous. The forgotten work of the undisciplined artist will no longer satiate her future, but…

2 AM

Scattered colors span my walls at night The fear of an entity prohibits my rest What kind of world do I believe in And what kind of world truly exists How much power can we suppress Is my strength opaque Who wants to hold my hand

Clarification

In all honesty and apology, I have no fucking idea how valid the concept of fate and destiny truly plays within each of humanities variation of reality. As I continue to evolve day by day my emphasis on what is factually meant to be diminishes with each waking moment, as I realize reality, or lack…

The Red Balloon

Cecelia enjoyed transforming into the red balloon Her eyes sparked anew When she became the red balloon For the red balloon you see Was filled with magic Cecelia could never be   Higher and higher the red balloon soared As the urgency of days past Were no longer implored For Cecelia believed The magic was…

Banes

I have had dreams about zombies from a young age, my earliest recollection within my Grandmother’s foster home. I remember being real scared, something was charging, but thankfully Big Bird from sesame street was carrying me on his back and down the stairs far faster than the bodies racing behind me. There have been times…

O Grandpa my Grandpa

I miss you with all my soul Your memory is not tainted by your disease But illuminated by your beautiful spirit You would laugh a bit if I told you My last relationship mimicked yours and grandmas I do not want history to repeat itself so I have let him go But thank you Grandpa…

11 November 2018

I finally had a dream of my grandpa since his passing. I felt such a relief seeing him in my parent’s old home playing with Jeremiah. I wrapped my arms around his waist from behind and held him tightly, realizing at the touch that he was gone. I strengthened my grip and cried into his…