Poems

I am a hooker for pain. I striptease insanity and lap dance to sadness; Pole dance for an audience of fear and anxiety. I give an erection to suicidal thoughts because life is hard. But through the difficulties, I give head to failure And I promise a happy ending.

If I wanted to write about love, I’d just be writing about you.

Some will take until you’ve nothing left, Then hold a grudge against your hand for being empty.

Don’t be foolish and give her your heart: She’s just going to hurt you and break it.

Even the morning gets jealous whenever you wake at noon.

When you feel lost, Come to me. Finding you is my only superpower.

These three things can heal anything: Music, the ocean, the stars. Her words were music. Her smile like waves. Her eyes were stars. She healed me.

She enchanted my pen. It writes only of her.

One does not ‘fall’ nor does one ‘give’ love. One must ‘be’ love. To love another is to invite them into your overflowing of love and Experience being love Together.

When you are not fed love from a silver spoon, You settle for licking it off knives.