Xanadu
 

If I “fixed my nose” like they so often advertise I’d gaze at my reflection 100 times each day Wondering— just who she was. If I “fixed...

Back and forth back and forth. The serrated edge of the butter knife, against fissured bark. White knuckled grip on the excuse for a...

Darkness dampens the valley. Deepening the different routes. As if the abyss of hell itself— Is anchored and pulling The headlight’s glow...

One must Imagine Sisyphus happy— As he gazes down at the base of His torture, stares into his abyss, his Fate stares back—and he feels...

Initially I was planning on writing a poem About my backpack being my Sisyphean burden. But, I have come to realize that this assignment,...

That life had a purpose for me. That all the Damage it’s given me It made me stronger. I was a vase that broke And put back together...

I think I skulled of you last night. We were in my room when you thought I said I love you. Your teeth became blurred together. I...

Landbound Overwhelmed by the large world that surrounds me. Sixty foot oak trees that I will never sit upon— Forever attached to the...

Why do you truss that lonely road with the twisted lines across the chasm nobody knows about. Over jagged rocks and earthen spikes. It...

Deceiving from a distance– Illusions of an iceberg, while the wind recklessly whips me, withering away at my worth. Appearing as a broad,...