Haunted House

the house sat off-putting

surrounded on both sides

by mediocre and discolored homes

where the wood of the fences

and doors were chipping

where the windows were a little dusty

where spiderwebs hung at the corners

where inside the houses

stood otherworldly figures

hiding from light



is passionate.


is beautiful.

a radiance

dancing through

different shades,

different wonders.

the seductive fragrance

of a rose.

the accelerating beat

of a lusting heart.

the sweetness

of a strawberry.

the acidity

of a juicy tomato.

a dotted ladybug


the tree’s fingertips.

a glossy red apple.

and all I want

is a small sample

of the color red

through the means

of your broken head,

dripping with that

wondrous tint

bloody red




Attention Seeker

Do you know what it feels

like when everyone walks past you?

When everyone

talks over you?

When no one gives you

their time of day?

I am invisibility at its finest.

I get not one glance in the slightest.

I am a walking ghost

passing through wall to wall.

I remember the first time

I saw you.

Your skin was glistening

under the summer sun.

How I wished to hold you close.

But to you I was nothing,

a piece of debris traveling

in the somber air,

a trash bag floating with

a merciless wind.

And then I saw you with her

blonde, blue eyes

the ones you prefer.

I’ve bought a new outfit

for me to wear.

I’ve put on some makeup

and done my hair.

Do you like how I drip

in your lover’s blood?

Do you like this new look
and the orange that I wear?

Just switch on the news.

You’ll see me I’m there.

What do you think of

my new, blonde hair?

Don’t worry these bars

are really not there.

May you let me ponder

one simple question.

Have I finally got your attention?

A Transformation

Something inside me

loves to



my lips

long for the

rarest red.

In the air lives a

bloody anticipation,

my gradual


Am I ready?

No, I am not.

Hurting others,

this I was not taught.

But lately, I’ve been wanting a



a bluebird

chiming on

a tree.


a  golden hare





I desire an even larger target.

One that will pose

an enticing challenge.

Will it fight me?

I hope it will.

But in the end,

nothing in this


can match



The Boogeyman

he stands over you with a smirk and like a tower.

slender, smooth-spoken, his compliments pour over you like a sweet shower.

“come beautiful thing,” he whispers and then it all turns sour.

and you begin to shrink in a corner before his scorching power.

so fast you squeal and scream. a small pathetic coward.


Lab Rat

Today I lie on a big white bed.

Staring long at three peculiar heads.

How am I still alive and not dead?

Look at my body! I haven’t even bled!

They examine me, many words unsaid.

All they do is nod their stupid big heads.

How strange the way these aliens tread.

Can’t let me go despite all I’ve plead.

Hours long I lie on this ugly test bed.

How I wish they could just drop dead.

Stop probing me you evil eggheads.

Now it’s too late, for I’ve been misread.

So they stand over me with a cold spearhead.

And tomorrow I’ll probably be truly dead.


Tye is real sweet and shy

won’t even hurt a fly

but one day a boy named Ry

told her a lie that made her cry

now nobody knows where his body lies

but I think it has nothing to do

with that girl named Tye

for she is so sweet

won’t even hurt a fly



The Mist

Into the mist

that grows

consuming the city

a disquieting glow

it feels no pity

as it demolishes

every life form all so gently

the slightest touch

detaches skin from bone

all so calmly

in a twist

and then you disappear

into the mist