The hearth with the warm fires 

Is sitting out brightly in the dark night 

I curl my arms around myself 

I’ve got a hearth 

It’s within me 

It’s in the smiles of my family 

It’s the laughter and noise of my home 

It’s in the pets that we keep 

It’s in the jokes and stories we tell 

I don’t have anyone special to share 

My stories with or my hearth with 

I have many special somebodies 


All the Stories 

All the stories I read 

On Romance 

Are all the same 

The guy gets the girl

They decide to get together

After some hesitations and troubles 

They choose to get intimate and close 

They experience pain 

They experience happiness 

All the stories I read are boring 

It’s not the real thing 

The real thing is 

Wondering if your partner farts in bed 

Tossing and turning but not getting comfy 

It’s not all Daisy’s and dandelions 

It’s sneezing when the flower gets too close 

It’s wondering what the other is thinking 

It’s not enjoying the sex you’re having 

It’s doubting each other 

It’s messy

It’s hard 

It’s not make believe 

All the stories I read 

They could use a dose of reality 

On Kissing 

I’ve never kissed a guy 

In my life 

Yet I wonder why 

People get so close and intimate 

What’s so great about sucking someone’s 

Tongue, lips, stealing their breath? 

I find it uncomfortable 

To imagine a deep 

Make out 

Tongues in each other’s mouths 

How intrusive that could be? 

Plundering and conquering 

Just to show some affection 

Maybe I’ll start with a hug 


There are days 

Where I wish to do nothing 

Yet everything but nothing 

It’s hard to stick 

To a passion 

Because fires don’t burn



I felt so empty 

Yesterday night 

I was in the midst of sleep and wake 

Yet I could feel my heart 

It beat slowly

My soul is a blank page 

Deception and manipulation 

Tearing me up inside 

Past experiences make it hard to trust 

I’m empty now 

I’m empty now 

Not enough love to forgive the pain 


You’ll find me roaming 

Sitting and napping on different couches 

I have no community 

To call my own 


mathematically necessarily 

a flesh once, then multiplies instantly 

acknowledges the possession of marvels 

not known to males 

time heavy in a room 

humanity made in 


a secret only 

women know sweetly 

Hades’ Palace

will the steps, miles, 

intersections, of the journey

sparkle like all these

amazing gold realities?
while the beauty of the grave 

leaves your steps powerless against bodily moment?
wide regret sounds far, expected 

from the loved ones who followed light, leaving others in a dark home. 
while even one absence to the journey like faltering hikes up a mountain 

to beauty of the coffin, never one misstep. 
you’ll silent yourselves, 

to nature, peacefully. 

Against such 

detailed, unimagined fate adapt. 
given into explanations from  



oracles below the world 

from the steps, miles 

to the dark palace 

earth and jewels behest 

Hades’ palace 

Pandora’s Box 

sinister intellect 

will and humanity 

repertoire to darkness 

finally heaven sing its 

recited expression 

mental consciousness afloat in 


irritating black box

set deep with your name 

now left alone 

unconditional truth

hard to embrace 

dark as some things you left 

I tried analyzing 

several long days 

the things it holds 

through lonely illusions 

suddenly inconceivable thought 

hits me hard 

one cold phantom sits in my heart

further dark hypocrisy 

oversight on my part 

I certify it is 

altogether the feeling of bewitchment 

the signs exaggerate

you became repetition 

demonstrate people just evil 

everything is almost sad 

I open Pandora’s box 


the blackest blows 

took in vain 

all that compliance 

never spoken

noise a preparation of reconciliation 

true value certainly lost 

distancing perhaps a opportunity

dance into obscene manners

cynicism arrived 

a bleak misunderstanding 

no space for escaping 

Emotional abuse