Author: poetryfest

I found a girl, five foot three,
voice a tremble, off-key melody,
but sweet, like wind through tired trees.
She danced through luxury stores, sang in
queues, and made the world hush. I had
my heart, but not much cash,so I stayed
in shadows, swallowed by receipts, alone.
Love, priced out. Affection isn’t tax-free.
They say diamonds last forever—get her one.
But diamond is just carbon; pressed and
punished. We are carbon too. We are
love shaped by pressure. Yet the tills
don’t ring for soft hands, for poor
men who feel deeply. She left.
The world applauded silence.
We are the prize, not what
we can buy. But no one
wants a broke flame.
No spark. Just
longing.

Across the night sky stars are scattered carelessly;
the tears of heaven
fallen through the golden bars,
lost to our sky forevermore.

Burning bright in the sky,
they are visited only by the sun and moon,
isolated in their collective exile.

They glint and glimmer, winking at me from above.
I see them untethered and unbound,
brilliance sewn across a sea with no end.

One by one I watch them fall,
streaking across the canvas for one blazing second.
They disappear from sight
off the edge of the painting
vanishing into unborn dreams.

The only time I see you now,
Is at night behind heavy eyelids
I would sell my wasted soul
For one last look at your face

I can still remember our last night
Tangled skin and spirits under moonlight
A pale sunrise chases the dream away
Now alone in this half-empty bed

The grief threatens to smother me.
A life without you isn’t acceptable
I plead with the gods for relief
I find it in the woods

I visited a woman with a bent nose
A laughable caricature
One of her eyes is milky white
Like the moon under cloud cover

My mind is telling me to go home
But with you gone, I don’t know where that is
The very meaning of the word is now in question
Everything feels gray and faded

So, for nine days, I ate the woman’s black, unleavened bread
And drank the sour muscadine’s blood
And threw out all my salt
My clothes reek of decay and rot

Midnight sky is angry on the ninth night
Like it knew what I had done
The thunder renders judgments
On my unholy and blasphemous rite

I see you silhouetted in the lightning
Making your way down the hall
Past the pictures that we hung
To the bed we used to share

I feel the knife before I see it
It sinks deep into my chest
Creeping death comes over me
I have damned myself

It is then that I finally see you
As my eyelids grow heavy
I sold my very soul
For one last look at your face

For Jed

Why I went back
that black night,
after they cut you down,
as yellow tape lashed and whipped
like a torn sail in a storm,
after rain scoured the pavement raw—

Tell them
the window was unlatched.
Tell them
I slipped inside, shadow-thin,
crawled back through the dust,
through the whiskey-hickory musk
of your absence,
for one last look.

Tell them
I took your hat from its hook—
the sun-bleached ball cap,
mesh lined with the salt of your sweat,
still cupped to the shape of your brow.
The last thing you took off
before
taking
your life.

I watched the smoke leave her mouth
Like a river
Rising up towards the moon
Disappearing into the sky
Her eyes twinkling at me like the
stars above
With every beat of
This meat in my chest
I think-
I love her
I cant help
But to smile i
Love everything about her
I love
Intertwining with her and
Everything we do
I love how we
Bloom together
We’ve wilted
Together too
I love loving her
Her is You

Sitting high above the clouds on her pedestal
A queen, watching over her disciples
Watching as they admire her from below
Waiting for the sun to return to her once again
Putting every single soul in awe of her beauty and prestige
Of her peace
Her stillness
And her ability to shine through all the hours of even the darkest nights
Many souls left only to hope and wish to be allowed closer to her
Even if it means to switch places with the sun
Setting the world on fire just to exist nearer to her
See the sun has the sole privileges to bask fully in her presence
Fighting off any others who even lay eyes in her direction
A perfect duo
Both lighting the way through the journey of life
But their love is forbidden
A force keeping them just far enough apart as they try to find a way through it
only occasionally allowed to come together
Joining into one
Casting a lovely silhouette
An absolute awe invoking picture of their partnership
Appreciating every second that they have as they brush against each other
Holding on for as long as they possibly can
Regardless of how long, even a million rotations of the earth
It’s never enough time spent with you
My moon ❤

So what if I die?
leaving behind the old
murky water in the fridge

So what if I die?
A half tank of gas
All those damn emails
This is what it means to be alive

So what if I die?
Who will watch the dust
Collecting in the corners of the room
I didn’t sweep when I was there

So what if I die?
Might as well
Take another hit or a sip
Think of all the sad songs
I’d miss

So what if I die?
Do I really want to know?
There’s a quiet answer out there I’m sure
Loud enough to keep me here

So what if I die?
Will I face the consequences
for all my sins?

Pray for me.

Take care of
All my things.

“Towering tall, above land and all
I see the animals and kindred folk
Hunting gathering and toiling beneath.

Towards the sky, the sun is high
And in neighbouring fields I see
Horses, hares and an odd magpie.

At dusk comes chanting, firelight and song
The tales told are merry and long.

It’s a joy to be a tree, wise and strong
Keeping watch o’er all beneath the canopy.”

In the stillness where words lie dormant,
a radiant light emerges with each deep breath.
Gentleness strides forth unarmored—
for it does not defend; it embraces with quiet solace.

Every loving gaze remains free of judgment.
Every forgiving heart ascends to greater heights.
And within each soothing silence,
spreading through the spirit like a gentle breeze,
a world is formed—more enduring than any wall.

With hands that do not grasp but support,
with words that do not wound but heal,
love takes shape as a haven without barriers,
where truth serves as the roof,
and kindness paves the floor.

True strength resides not in conflict,
but in the quiet that calls you by name.
The heart does not beat to be noticed—
but to remind you that it still loves,
still believes, and still breathes…
in the breath of light.

Lucia & I traveled to Habana for the weekend, to spend some time alone & for the first time, we went to brunch. On a three-quarter-mile stretch, her freshly washed & conditioned curls stood their ground against the breeze brushing against the nape of her neck. I admired the way her hips moved in unison with her breath, each step drifting me closer into her magnetic field. You’re a drifter, you know that? Playfully, I nodded my head, hands barely touching her & the wind, a bridge between our fingers. I hear they have blueberry crepes at this place, filled with ricotta & lemon. Her face lit up like Habana nightlife. I hope you’re right! as she winked herself through the open door. Later that night, sitting on the porch swing of our casa particular, listening to the waves wrestle with God, I kissed her forehead. I want a blueberry crepe kind of love: one where the blueberries can actually all fit inside the thin layer of pancake batter—but just barely—because when I sink my teeth into the first bite, I want to taste everything. Sweet & subtle ricotta, airy batter & warm juices from blueberries fresh off the bush. The type of love that spills down my beard as I playfully wipe it away, never really wanting it to leave. I want to love you the way our server should’ve taken good care of your crepe — with gentleness & a roughness that serves only to hold your beautiful parts together. Jesus, I loved your hair today.