Wanting To Be Alone

I’m holding on to you,

My dear,

I’ll never let you go.

But what if space

Is what I need? I may be

Here, physically,

But my presence isn’t present.

I love you

Don’t you love me?

Yes, but I

Love myself more.

The Broken Doll

She sits on the wooden shelf

An unwelcome grin etched on to her face

As the people around her

Mill around the house

Go about their day

And pay her no attention.

She waits

Patiently with her stiff limbs

Hoping all day

Today’s the day

When they come home

They’ll pick me up off of the shelf

And play with me.

The hour arrives,

The family trudges in




And they begin to mill around the house

And go about the rest of their day

Without a glance at the shelf

Where the doll sits by herself

Waiting for love.

On the Inside

A white Victorian dollhouse

Sits on the playroom floor


The children run around outside

Playing games they’d get in trouble for playing

If only they weren’t


Inside the dollhouse

The parents are cold and


They have grown out of love

From constant fighting


Cheating, and being


After many years

The dollhouse is falling apart.

The roof is collapsing

The support beams are cracking

Termites have destroyed the foundation.

And all the while,

The kids are playing outside


In Memoriam

High notes ring softly

In a repetitive rhythm

Encouraging the bass to bellow.

Together they play

In perfect harmony

In perfect cacophony

A welcoming sound

I’ve known for years.

The dependent treble falters…

Then frenzies until it unexpectedly ceases-

An angelic absence

Leaving the bass notes to calmly tremble,

A deep



A familiar song

I’ll never forget.

For my Grandmother,

You’ll always be in our hearts



Peacock blue hair

In a stripe down her scalp

To match the puncture wounds

On her face and ears

Adorned with diamond studs.

There are no shackles on her

Ink-stained wrists

Only the permanent artistic expression

Of her choosing.

All of which

Create the prison

She doesn’t know she’s in.

The Danger of Falling in Love

Fingers laced

Hearts paced

About to kiss, my mind slips

My heart skips

As the truth nears

And all my fears disappear

When you pull me back

To the reality I lack

As your thumb traces my chin

I can’t help but grin as you pull me in

I admit defeat and our lips meet.

The magical sensation

Of instant gratification.

I must have hit my head falling for you

In this world that is brand new.