I've given in to the habit of biting my nails,
found plenty of things to google...

Though your compliments carry ingredients that...
the writer inside me never allowed for...

Darkness closes in and my spine shivers
as the coolness of the enemies breath...

The mind completely brimful
Yet unfocused, reluctant to think...

Under the covers, I can't move, you're holding me
Craving eggs, hashbrowns, a cup of folgers coffee...

Dear Mr. Murderer,
I’d like to inform you...

Do you have time for a story?
I invite you into the home of my dismayed heart...

"Catch me if you can", screams a
striped paper that should be ripped...

I could almost swear it was yesterday's sky that...
that must've been someone else's world. For my sky...

Cotton mouth comes from a desert my poetry has...
dehydrated from. When once love, happiness...

Your smile is like finding a rare clam that...
a string of pearls; valuable, unique. Cherished by...

I found myself by at the edge of my bed,
Elbows on my knees, head in my cupped hands...