This is a bad dream that I can’t wake up from It has become stuck like my skin is to my body I’ve grown to become a bag…
Poems
Otra Madre
Sometimes, I wish I could take a hold of Death’s scrawny neck. I’ll kick his skull off and hang his spine on a rack, I’ll break his knees…
Love Poems From a Hater
It is a well established fact that I’m a romantic at heart. Well, maybe not well-established, but established somewhat, regardless. In actual fact, most times, romance makes me…
The Jabberwocky’s son
But everyone who saw her son post the tribal marks incident thought he looked so much better because you couldn’t see his face.
A Stage Prop’s Romance or The Optimistic Friendzone Manual
Watch her violin eyelashes speak symphonies into the air and join every atom of the universe in applause.
‘Invictus’ by William Ernest Henley: Poem Analysis
I control my own fate regardless of whatever might befall me. I drive my soul.