When God Doesn’t Exist:

Hedonists will reason, Hedonists will talk, They’ll let you know, You’re not the thing, If you exercise or walk.   They’ll try to get you drunk, And they’ll try to drug your drink, They don’t have children of their own, But they’ll tell you what they think.   The first to point out all your more

The song of the Plovers:

A song for this poem: Youth by Daughter from the film A Long Way Down   Everything was tender now, everything, The song of the night time Plovers, Kicked things up an extra notch, She noted the heightened sense of awareness, “Ah, I’m almost dead now,” she reassures herself, She’s so sure of it, She more

The Long & Winding Road

It’s so important not, To look a gift horse in the mouth, So when she said, She could help her, She was quite delighted, “I will integrate all of your splits,” My oh my! But she pushes down her hope, She swallows it, Because Black Swans only think, They are Black Swans, And Ugly Ducklings more

Internet Lovers IIII

I get to the mornings,

And the poison leaks away from the black nights,

If I really loved myself,

I wouldn’t keep putting myself through this,

But there’s this hope

That what we have transcends all,

Does it?

I’m not sure my mirror will keep lying,

And so I wait . . .

girl mirrir


Internet Lovers III

He called her his “Little Nut,” Because every mighty oak, Started out as a lil’ nut that just wouldn’t quit 🙂 So she spends her days waiting for him, To wake up on the other side of the pond.   Her 3am became the breaking of the fast. He was like lightning in a bottle, more

Friends for life:

There will come a day, When all of those people who were there for you, Have gone – fallen by the wayside, And that’s when you have to make do with you And just hope like hell that you’re someone who you can tolerate, Because it’s a long, insufferable life if you don’t like the more

Internet Lovers II:

It’s true,

Some of my dreams didn’t come true,

But then again, most of them did,

Every love seems better than the last,

And that’s because it is.


Had he been waiting,

For someone like me?

I’m a dime-a-dozen,

I can admit it, but him!

Even with his walls & his mess inside,


I’m still gazing from afar.

chair girl mona



A Fight To The Death:

In my sleep, I am an Angel fighting the Demonic forces, I use reason, wisdom, love and patience, From behind my shield; Never wishing to do bodily harm.   The sinister laugh reverberates, Through my entire being, But I do not wither away for I am full of light; All encompassing and saturating.   “Be more