The Poet Sky Podcast

Hey my lovlies! It's finally here. I know it came without warning but here it is. This is the first entry to The Poet Sky podcast as well as my first spoken word. I wrote this about a rough point in my life that sadly many I'm sure can relate to.      Let me know... Continue Reading →

Earthbound Angel

Earthbound angel, With your wings marred and mangled, How do your weary steps tread? Hunched over, head down, Wearing an undefeated frown, Your sights focused in on red. Heavenly warrior walking, Your stern visage is shocking. Tell me what pushes you on. All you have done, Yet, you still have not won. How is your... Continue Reading →

Wealth

Empty hearts and open hands, Truly a scourge among man, Greed, the grime of grandiose giants, Leaving the poor upon them reliant. Hopeful heros and headstrong heathens Living life in search of reason. One rigged game and a dozen rule books, Yet no clear view of how victory looks. Is it in the bond of... Continue Reading →

Why

You fucked up my life. Riddled it with strife, Struggle and drama, Disrespect and masochistic dogma. Hundreds of questions run through my mind. Like, why did you seem to hate me all the time? You were a cruel wardon, Simply sadistic and saturnine. Though I stand scarred by you At least I'm still standing. Yet... Continue Reading →

Marionette

Puppet on a string What is it like to be you? No freedom to choose, Predetermined moves. Is it hard to desire Yet never feel the warmth of fire, Or is it peace To know you can't burn mistakenly? You cannot choose wrong For you cannot choose at all. Do you loathe your restraints, Or... Continue Reading →

24

I hold in my hand This little white pill. This 25mg of benadryl. Counting out more Because I have to be sure. 22. 23. 24. Glancing out my second story window Wondering how many to absolutely know. Research says five more floors to reach heaven. 7 Rotating chamber set to fill. Six openings surely overkill.... Continue Reading →

Thoughts

If I die tonightHow long would it takeFor my absence to be realized Or my grave to be made? Would rot set in?Would I decay in my bedWith maggots in my flesh?These are the thoughts in my head.

Good Night

Your gaze, blue satin cuffs Tying me in desire. Fingers dance on buttonholes Setting icy flesh on fire. Dancing digits Teaching braille of bodies. The blind enchanted by the lesson. Primal songs, In harmony with the flutist's tongue. A stallion rides through mountain valleys, All to be met by sunrise.

Dark Erotica

Red rings wrap around my wrists From the dig of ropes as I writhe and twist. Lashes landing hard against my rear Causing my winced eyes to tear. Long, hot, dragging scratches Of your blade burned by matches And fiery wax melted against my skin All keeping me focused on this body I'm in. With... Continue Reading →

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