Most curious crop,
May I question what you do
When you’ve bloomed—when you

Arch your back and spew?
Do you heal us with milk or
Do we lick your wound?

Darling enigma,
Even our creator asks
What to make of you.

His debate is waged
With the endless choice of your
Definitions two:

Inspiration: For
You help with what’s inside though
You are hideous

You offer nest to
Spiders, yet never yourself
Are insidious.

Irony: Curing
Rashes and sore throats while you
Look like a blister.

Dressed a flower, but
Named “touch-me-not,” mocking like
A little sister.

Your first name: Jewel
Juxtaposed with surname: Weed
Constant reminder:

Through all the rubble,
The onus of your judgment
Lies with the finder.

You are a leper
Healing leprosy; Broken
Image who amends.

You accept your faults,
But you realize other
Ways you can turn heads.


Climbing Nightshade

Climbing Nightshade

A mischievous child
Ran wild through the thickets.
It was past his bedtime when
He stumbled upon you.

But you knew this, didn’t you?
Beautiful matron of silence
Adorned in your amethyst gown.
Emanating the comforts of

A single-starred night’s sky.

You saw the fuss he made
Pulling the earth from his fresh scab
So you caught him in your eternal gaze
And a hush fell over him.

His hands reached out
To the light cotton behind your ears
And rubbed it between his fingers
As a lullaby entered his restless mind.

You let down your lapel
Revealed your golden nipple
Climbing your shade
His lips pursed to accept your sustenance.

And as he nodded, a final look was cast
Never crying, no longer given the cause
All his fear and pain had come to pass
This sweet dreamer rests without pause

Guardian of sleep, keep him cradled in the night
You gently stole the day from his eyes,
Painted the skies with their curious light
Now his mother is the only one who cries

White Baneberry

White Baneberry

Upon your lonesome shelf you sit
Buttercup collector of dust,
Your caustic taste resting
Bitter upon the lips of
Any fool who’s had the
Misfortune of sharing a kiss.

You dole out the punishment
Because you feel you deserve it
Do unto others
As you would have them
Do your best
To do your worst
And be the same monster
Poisoning your memory.

Do you sleep
With your doll’s eyes
Always open, always knowing
For all that you try and
For all of your vigilance
Even a thousand glued-on eyes
Can never relive your shattered past—
Can never un-see?



Dream! Dream you

In the meadows and the fields!

Feel the winds of change

Pushing at your napes,

But stay tethered until you

Have enough faith–

Until a child’s breath guides you all and

You get carried away.

What is it you fear more–

The danger of not knowing

What comes next, or

The thought of all the things

You could be?

You are chattering teeth

In the mouth of a cowardly lion

An obstinate collection of weeds

In the garden of a reality

That’s constantly moving,

Moving around you when

It could be moving through you

If it weren’t for the chattering,

That fantastic chattering that makes

Action so much harder than

The safety of your wishing.

But, oh! Think of what you will achieve!

When at last you break away;

When at last it’s your time to fly and

You come parachuting down

Into this wondrous life!

You could bring a brilliant gold

To the Earth’s marvelous mane.

You could make any person happy

By simply carrying their name.

So, sit not in silence much longer

You fathomless florets of unbridled potential

In hopes for some gust to motivate

The world does not wait so instead

Have the courage to blow it away..

Ghost Flower

Ghost Flower

There beneath the beech trees
Embalmed in the moss and leaves I
Thought I saw you
Wilting in a white dress. You
Looked as though you were
Left at the altar
Some time ago
A corpse in a forest
Cursed to sustain herself and
Never grow. You will take others
For your host but
Never have much to show.
They will look past your surface and see
There is nothing sweet inside
They will suck you til their fits are quelled
And leave you hanging dry.

And what do you do?
Keep your true colors
The resplendent pinks and blues
Hidden in your empty veil
Of pallid hues and
Content yourself with being a parasite
Existing only in the comfort of
Somebody else’s life until
They reach back
And you turn black and
You wither and die.

I thought I saw you kneeling
I thought I heard your cry.
Did you want the world to stop
When it kept on passing you by?

No, ghost flower.
Your prayers will go unanswered.
I have seen your story and
Only heaven knows why
When the smoke clears and I
Awake from this dream
I will swear I’ve seen you
Somewhere, everywhere
And I will take a look in the mirror
And watch you disappear
You will remember and you
Will be forgotten by all
Except for me.

“Life in a Sandbox”

Again, first-draft. Feedback/comments appreciated.

“Life in a Sandbox”

Little red lights swimming
Through pale waves
A pair of shoes flickering
Like dying stars with each step
Falling upon infinite grains
Advertising the arrival
Of a hopeful child
Of a dazzling diamond in the sand

Child runs,
Shoelaces askew
Trips, presses his lips
To his fresh boo-boo.
For a moment a tear
Trickles from his eyes
But before it meets his cheeks
He’s already said goodbye.

No matter; his focus is strong
Child knows not to linger too long
The window of opportunity shutters itself
Whilst inaction opposes what you feel
Today he stands with angels
A stairway to the heavens, his perfect wealth
A serpentine scrap of steel

He wants to climb the ladder
He wants to test his fate
He wants to rise above
He wants to be great
Child waits his turn,
Dreams of the delights ahead
Oh, to fulfill his fantasies!
Oh, to live eternal amongst the dead!

Child glimpses a girl
Tentatively tiptoeing the brink
Afraid to descend
When a boy in black sneaks
Behind, thrusting her over the edge.
Mortified, she screams
The one in black laughs and
Swiftly flees the scene.

What is this strange feeling?
What so haunts my dreams?
Can it be there’s more to this
Then at first it seems?
I never knew the dangers
When only pleasure was to seek
From the valley I was fearless
But at the summit I’ve grown weak.

As his thoughts shuffled
His body continued climbing
And before he had time to contemplate
Child reached the top.
He was a bit relieved
He was utterly petrified
He was extremely ecstatic
It was his time to ride.

Child heard steps approaching
The child in black, he knew
An icy breath slithered down his neck
Not knowing what to do;
To beat the push to shove
Or to accept the force
The ends were unknown, yet
Unwavering was his course.

So Child sat and glided down
And left behind his restless frown
When he looked back upon a whim
He saw the child in black had joined him
Child laughed and knew his call
Was simply to enjoy his fall.
And he never noticed as he finished sinking
His light-up sneakers were no longer blinking.

Upon Green Butterfly Wings…

This is a first-draft. Only took me about 20 minutes to write and is not final. Might add more. Let me know what you think and kudos if you guessed what it’s about without looking at the tags.

“Upon Green Butterfly Wings”

My spine cascades across the linens
Anticipating respite in my fantasies
The soft slab accepts my head
I beckon you to pull me in.

Your green butterfly wings
Illuminate my dark quarters
Vapor trail of neon particles
Guiding me into the black

I can feel the satin of your skin
Your fingers brushing my temples.
Numbing me.
I can feel you coursing through my veins
Your potency drowning my consciousness
Thoughts escaping.
I can feel you in my heart
Halting this hypertension
I am yours.
I can taste you on my lips
Your kiss floods my synapses.
I want more.

I beg you to take me away
Fly me home with you
The world can wait.
But, you refuse. You are
Mine for tonight, but
You belong to the pitch—
To old Mr. Sandman.

When I awake in the morning
You’ll leave nothing but
A bad after-taste
Headache, dizziness, slight
Nausea, impaired coordination.
And a failing heart.
Until we meet next.
Until I can consume you again.