Poseurs, Pacifists & Poets Reek

Poseurs, pacifists & poets reek Sitting high on a lifeguard shack Nighttime cloaked down upon us Words in darkness never taken back Ocean waves break the silence tonight Only our thoughts to be heard otherwise Isolation not what you thought it’d be Tearing out your incessant broken eyes Midnight sounds to be held on tight

A Crooked Tiara

A crooked tiaraPerched over tear stainsSmudged makeup dryingOnly the pain now remainsBut the sunshine emergesHope rises after the ashesDon’t give up on me, for I’mHere to kiss wet eyelashes