Settled Hearts

AWARD: NATIONAL RECOGNITION Just Poetry, National Poetry Quarterly: Live Poets Society of New Jersey Topical Winner, Published Poet Published in Of Love and Dedication, Oct 2014 Certifications FOREWORD: See the explanation here. TEXT: Dearest ivory, There’s a special sheen to your smile And a suzy shimmer in your eyes, Everything about everglades…

Settled Hearts

AWARD: NATIONAL RECOGNITION Just Poetry, National Poetry Quarterly: Live Poets Society of New Jersey Topical Winner, Published Poet Published in Of Love and Dedication, Oct 2014 Certifications FOREWORD: See the explanation here. TEXT: Dearest ivory, There’s a special sheen to your smile And a suzy shimmer in your eyes, Everything about everglades…

Seasons of Dead Water

AWARD: NATIONAL RECOGNITION Poetry Nation | National Amateur Poetry Competition Semi-finalist, Published Poet Published in Across the Way August 2014 Certifications FOREWORD: The speaker has done something for the sake of pride. Now guilty, he falls into absolute despair. His sadness is isolating, and even the warmth and happiness of…

Harald and the Herald of Silence

AWARD: NATIONAL RECOGNITION Teen Ink – Short Story Web Publication Privilege July 2014 Website Publication FOREWORD: The speaker has been diagnosed with explorative spirit and colorful imagination, but misunderstood by a society of hard logic. His parents insisted a more tempered lifestyle, forcing the speaker to commit a self cleansing. Drained…

Verse XXXXXI 2011

Verse XXXXXI Hello again, Miss. Glad you could sit down for another tale. You know, I’ve been contemplating on whether I should continue these unhealthy habits. After all, my stories aren’t exactly the most beneficial, but at some point in time, I must have felt their importance. I needed to…

Seasons of Dead Water

AWARD: NATIONAL RECOGNITION Teen Ink – Poetry Web Publication Privilege July 2014 Website Publication FOREWORD: N/A POETRY TEXT: Summer rains bring sunshine warmth But such signs just poorly augur For ending rains mean wind-blown leaves And a happiness forced to wander I tread along once beaten paths Now disarrayed with brown color…

Grave of Dreams

Yesterday was the memorial. We had gone out and missed it. Perhaps it was meant to be, for no one had ever kissed it. Goodbye, went the mourner, the only soul who came. She had arranged her own funeral; the service, too, the same. The night was still eerie, and…

Seasons of Dead Water

I’d unconsciously oathed my life To a mud of misery at the altar For I don’t recall sacrificing pride For the sake of standing a little taller Summer rains bring sunshine warmth But such signs poorly augur For ending rains mean wind-blown leaves And a happiness forced to wander I…

Woeful

AWARD: NATIONAL RECOGNITION Teen Ink – Poetry Web Publication Privilege July 2014 Website Publication FOREWORD: Heartbreaks are a big deal, and thus, I wanted to capture the desolate feeling of loneliness. So horrible is the solitude that the speaker marries the sadness lest left alone. Even mourning, considered the first…

The Forest of Smoke

++++++++++My grandparents knew of a little girl who got lost in the forest– Gone: like clouds in the night, dissipated under the guile of the moon. ++++++++++They told me her name–Jessica Gray–, and they told me her problem–lunacy. “She was always very strange around evening time,” they told me. “Avoid…

The Wanderlust Tragedy

AWARD: NATIONAL RECOGNITION Teen Ink – Poetry ☆ Editor’s Choice Award ☆ July 2014 Website Publication FOREWORD: The speaker has been diagnosed with explorative spirit and colorful imagination, but misunderstood by a society of hard logic. His parents insisted a more tempered lifestyle, forcing the speaker to commit a self cleansing. Drained of…

The Forest Man

He was lost. In such forlorn silence he sat. Wisps of whimsical wishes clouded the darkness of the room. The obscurity frightened him, for not only could he not see but also could he not breath. The air was a sullen, heavy fog of gray–the mind pollution of distress that…

Egoistical Rain Boots

She wore rain boots to school that day. In the solemnity reserved only for the marching victorious dead, she trotted past the silver gates of Dawnbrook Academy. She recycled herself in a perpetual mood—one that would never end like dividing ten by three over and over again. There was no…

Ambivalence (ABC Poem)

Ponderous sorrows blacken my day, while Quicksilver thoughts upset my mental ease Runaway emotions, I’d love betray So I’d lastly rest with sorrows appeased But drenched in such heartfelt agony Agony birthed from mindless love for thee Backed into corners with dust and gray, my Contrived happiness remains ever so…

The Sorrowfeed Flower

There is a shade of purple in this flower near winter’s start that tempts you grieve all that you have lost and all that you will lose. To have seen this flower would mean you are not immune to season’s cold wrath, and that, despite all your troubles and efforts—for…

The Sanguinity Flower

We had stumbled along the littered path before we found the flower. Scarlet, it burned against the drab of the fallen leaves, setting all the browns on fire, igniting all the oranges and yellows in vermeil. Our eyes were consumed in its flame as it trickled its hue down its…

The Winterbite Flower

The superstitious knew of our disbelief. I suppose it made sense—their silence when asked—that they refuted ever seeing such a color before. We wouldn’t bother to listen, so why should they bother to tell? Seeing such a color before… oh my. Winter’s silent set prompts a cold environment, but this…

Shoulders for the Rain

Were if not for the frost, I would have left. Were it not for the rain, I would have scampered. But, existing in such an unbalanced world of celestial paragons and mortal souls, I found the sky’s sympathy most welcoming. It shared the same dreariness as I – the same…

Council of the Dejected

I think it be best we all gather The minds of the wise, the hearts of the broken And form a council of dejected – Souls torn, emotions dead To comfort those new to such a wicked game I remember my pain, as old as it was But when I…

Verse XXXXIV – XXXXVIII 2011

Verse XXXXIV Our love… it’s like broken glass Sharp and rugged, shattered and worthless As natural as night to day, we pass by one other Unaware of my presence, unaware of yours Why do you ignore each other so? A tacitly-turned table, rotated remote and away It’s too high –…

Simon’s Narrative

It’d been a while since he liked the word, “like”. Endearment was not as commonplace in picky world, but not two weeks ago Simon had inspired a revolution among his little villagers. A once gray and routine village broke into a frantic and adoring beat as it tried to keep…

Sad Wedding

My heart invited me to his wedding, due the first of the December wind. The event was scheduled to be cold, so the awkward invitation advised us not to wear suits but coats instead. I didn’t own a coat nor did I have the money to buy one, but what…

VERSE XXXVIII – XXXXIV 2011

Verse XXXVIII Your name will not be remembered. Nor your face, your voice, your actions. You are one of a billion girls, one of a thousand remarkables. Who will take the time or energy, effort or space to remember you? Stalison practically won the Italian campaigns, but he is not…

The Sodden Lane

The Sodden Lane Christopher Denq 2011 Who am I to think of When the clouds dim in dye, The air becomes heavy, And the sky starts to cry? My Sorrow, when she’s here I remember fall days Full of cold, shallow rain – The baleful, shadowed haze Gloom has befallen…

Verse XXXVI – XXXVII 2011

Verse XXXVI Do not think different when I say that I have been trying – trying my greatest to start anew. The ruination you heaved upon my soul that day was tended to immediately, though no decisive outcome entailed, no significant effect transpired. Perhaps then one may claim the invalidity…