I used to dream of flying Child fancy To chase what no one else would dare That was the lesson Was it not? In a thousand and one notes...

Whether a thousand shattered windows or a hundred whispered words My grief stood mute and molten Soft beckoning tomb hand in hand in...

Chaos is as chaos does At least until it isn't A storm or a touch Can unmake in the mending And pain beget something more pleasant

The sun shines warm-bright and the air smells of trees Holding you at the start of new things There is thunder and singing running swift...

For if you'd rob once, rob twice. The heart beats in rhythm The soul breathes in rhyme So if you would thieve them I ask Lover dear That...

Questions hung from the corner of her lips Their feet swayed in the breeze A smile or frown oh gallows lord To tell me what will be

Out on paper or off a bridge This caustic sewn-apart Sovereign hamartia Stillborn to be Still-to-be-still-mybeatingheart Yearning Heaving...

You burned my soul Casually No malice, you were merely walking and stopped to pass the time. and when you passed all I was left with was...

The blade struck through my face revealing A porcelain façade Through cracks and splinters, blood and thunder, The million masks of God

Their world was heavy iron I knew no better Until the color fangtore through my ribs Mortal, finally Agony to touch I held it close...

They told me happiness was mine for the taking But they did not tell me that my heart was a garden That I would need to tear out sorrow...

The stars kept their council But the space between Beckoned The endless caress of longing

Who conceived these pieces that bleed for so much the world cannot make? If I was a creature made to drink mercy speak beauty Why does it...

I wore, For better or for worse Every thought that caught my eye and every shade of darkness that might catch yours And every groove into...

Quite child Don't you know How dangerous is here? The puppet shells All those before Have raised you in good cheer Hush child You have...

Howl Poesia! Wanton saint of tooth and claw Recount! And sing of all the seas have taken In mem we ran And martyrd stars Please Rend for...

I found a garden made of memories Where nothing new could ever grow And though the thorns and vines were weary I worked my hands into the...

It feels like the last one Like the one that really breaks But I wish I could remember If it always shakes this bad Or if its Ragnarok...

As a boy I was silent And leaves Of night-time winds and rustled pages In a flashlight glow of whispered Wonder At the edifice of...

The thrumming note beneath the soil Vast stones begin to strain Great terra, firm, in natal toil Pulse quickens, spark to flame Bashir...