Silk Sheets

We sat among silent serenades and supper as the silk sheets passed over us. In the gentle clinks of shining silverware and the nonexistent murmurs of small talk, the beating of hearts cried breathlessly. It was a spellbinding experience among the soirée—filled with mellow music and pleasant food—yet it lacked…

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…

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…

The Glistening Sea

++++++++++The sea of silk had beckoned her with its white luster and gentle motion. It swayed softly with the sun’s radiance, revealing crystal pearls and diamond gems in its waters. The ocean had never before seem so ephemeral, but then again, everything seemed more divine to her. What was blue…

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…

The Red Mountain of Fire

+++++++++++++Black smog rose in the land for the first time. It had always been frozen, this arctic plain, so nothing could ever burn. But, at noon’s peak, a little boy notified his parents who then notified the village of the strange occurrence. +++++++++++++“What do you make of it?” one man…

Anarchy for Broken Hearts

Reality was nothing more than a myth to Darren. Tangible objects and logical notions wavered on solid ground as he tried to detail his life doctrine. Perhaps onto a parchment he’d list the contentions of doubt. Upon a yellowed note he’d post onto a wall the reason why everything he…

Rivers of Blood, My Little Boat

Rivers of blood, steering my little boat, Meandering aimlessly past the line. Peering ‘long, fretting not if it’ll float, Upon the waters of red, deep with malign. This be the journey of desired travel. Let it be spoken and agreed upon. World before, command you unravel, And present me the…

Midnight Diaries Entry 4

I profess closure. And while with all my heart’s strength I yearn the damn thing, I cannot help but doubt my own ability to yearn. Of her, my runaway thoughts are like droplets of crystalized caramel—sweet to believe but unable to be tasted. Occasionally, rogue sights of her make all…

Midnight Diaries Entry 3

There’s always a scintilla of poison left behind, no matter how thoroughly one cures a memory-wound. While taken in small amounts, it seeps into your veins benign and ineffective, but should it accumulate in horrendous amounts, hearts burst and minds deteriorate. A love insanity, so to speak, and it was…

Woe

In quiet mourn, married I woe tonight And the clock that tarries sad hours long Hard rain constricts heart chambers tight And depresses breath short for song For when shall I see her future hence? In lost adore, to maintain such keep Aye, now drowned in her cold absence I…