Sunny Days Brought Her No Joy


Sunny days brought her no joy
no content
no peace
siblings poked fun
while parents attempts
to caress a once sweet
now rotting soul
were never manifested
in the sudden appearance
of crimson spots
on bright pink sheets
the shrugging of shoulders
at the suggestion of help
masked the stench of death
she was dying, fast
demons sought housing
in the complexes of angels
themselves afraid of the slope
she was cascading down
a runaway train
painted in fine glory
yet lacking command
by anyone
or anything
so the ceiling fan was broken
Dad will replace it
but why
couldn’t give her a dime
was giving a child
lit firecrackers
she wanted to go
they were calling her home
and they pulled
with gale force winds
caught in a storm of belief
twisted romance
and a thirst for cleansing
there was only one thing
she ever wanted to do
standing in front
of a bedroom mirror
she put her hand
on her heart
with a smile
rarely seen since youth
she cut it loose
life gushing
life crying out
as the scent
carried around the room
a stitch away from making it
fate served up
medical malpractice
and I don’t even know why
I wrote this down


Tears Mixed With Acid Will Keep Me From Seeing The Sin


Serious bumping
underneath my chin
with a busted electric razor to boot
it feels weird
and worse than it looks
I should’ve washed it out
the song I’m listening to
describes my usual mood
near perfectly
I Don’t Care
call it nonchalant
call it asshole
hell, call it stupid
whatever adjective you’d like
is fine with me
just got off work
it’s payweek once again
can’t believe I’ve been here
three months already
didn’t expect to last
three minutes
mercy upon me
and more upon those
of Orlando
Middle East
I hate where this country is going
and not because of the man in charge
but the ignorance of many
overwhelming the silence
of the few
so I let the waters rush over me
then hotter
maybe the tears mixed with acid
will keep me from seeing
the sin

I’m Not Worth Your Glory



Slide down my back
taste the blood in my mouth
pacify a dying soul
and skim over words
that tell you everything
you never knew
I’m a man left alone
with nothing to keep me
but this burning heart
left out to dry
innermost thoughts kept quiet
until her black hair interrupts my air
and waters of happiness
flow again
yellow rays kiss my face
so downtrodden
final destination, your heart
but I was afraid of the journey
so I stayed on the bus
secretly hoping you’d find another
to satisfy our needs
I travel by fading starlight
in an ever shrinking dream
until all that is left
is the essence of love
promise me you’ll forget
I’m not worth
your glory

June Falls (Leaves Me With Mixed Emotions)


With every breath
I throw a blanket over
the lightning within
star crossed hearts with words I’ve written
hedonistic but honest
as I throw back
scattered memories
a garden of sound
with rose gold flashes
reminds me of what I could have had
the madness inside her
midnight moonstone
shining through the golden black night
tears clear as a butterfly chrysalism
purple reigns over her eyelashes
and I hand her tissue paper
the city colors our life
while sinners love bombed our sanity
by heartbeats and honeysuckle
we loved till the morning light
in empty rooms
we spilled our contents shameless
until our nostrils just peaked
from a sea of dreams
our bodies were an explosion
of light
dovetails and daydreams
we fluttered on the magic of nearness
to one another
kilig transferred through electric connection
harmonic transmission of fantasy
inserted into every fiber of being
black pearls
and rainbow tears
rested on your neck
and my eyes
making two souls into one
and not even death can separate us
unleash the beast inside this bottle
to destroy your platinum crown
bring you down
and lift you back up
a seed on the winds of choice
we are slaves to the music
the shadow kissed
so we dance to the darkness
until we break the ties that bind
Sarah, won’t you smile
and bring us together


You’re Nothing But A Line In A Poem


Eighteen years have nearly gone by
and nothing’s really changed
just random faces in and out my life
but I can’t get anyone to stay
not for long
sure, I can hold on for a few days
maybe a month if I’m lucky
but who’s to fill a hole
that’s become my fundamental flaw
the moon is my guide
and I follow in its lies
pretending to be a safe sanctuary of progress
when it’s really all lies
boil my heart down
eat my brains raw
I’m too new at this game
no agent is ever going to call
but I can pretend, says the devil
that strokes my hair
and kisses my neck in the morning
waking me up to new possibilities
new windows
why do I lie
why do you believe me
you’re nothing but a line in a poem
and I’m just a figment
in my imagination of us
madly dashing out the house
comets shooting through the sky
blue and purple, they calm me down
but I wish I had your hand to hold tonight
and make the bad memories go away

Boycott Love And Embrace The Detox


Boycott love

boycott this god damned

relationship shattering

lust fulfilling

and ironically short lived


just fall for a good friend

someone who understands

your sins, your hates

and your ticklish spots

a person who makes you run

deeply tiring

but equally satisfactory

a hard day’s work

plowing an open field

too caught up on the outside

cups and waist will pass away

but the beauty

or lack

on the inside

cannot be aged


or changed with the insertion

of plastic

it’s quite fantastic what you learn

when you accept one for who they are

and not spurn them

simply because they don’t maintain a standard

or complete the one

you picture in your mind

fall for someone who isn’t attractive

and refuses to wear Hollister

on the account of being too wide

love them for their honesty


or ability to quote chapters of books

at random

what I’m trying to say is

love people for people

not the person you wish they’d be

or what they wish to be

love them for who they are

no matter where they’ve come

or where they’re going

love people

because they’re human

and guess what

you are too

boycott love

and be proud of the detox

you might just be surprised

at the new life you’ve been granted


Drunk On Love And Jumped Overboard


I was looking in the wrong places

hoping for connections

in some of the ugliest faces

stooped lower than what I should

for a plate even demons

push away

walking alone, shoulders cold

and stoned amidst rejection

or what I considered it to be

she didn’t leave

she just didn’t connect

I tried to force us together

but we’re made from separate parts

no matter how much I tried

he’d never bind our heart

you can come a long way

and be a failure in the end

if in hoping for something little

you miss something great

and I nearly did

passing up people like me

for someone who would entertain

a devilish fantasy

I’m grateful we became friends

and I’ll tell you more about her

when I see her





Twisted Rhymes From A Twisted Mind


Morning comes, and everyone is eager

quickly they rise out of bed

but I never want to

abused and refused by the words of those

who said they knew me best

face straddled by hips of a lonely, lovely silence

beautiful to the point of pain

writing down the words inspired by raucous love

has me going insane

I see her alone in the shower

on a quiet weekend morn

and I want do her all over again

with strength gained from heartache reborn

travel up her spine with fingers moving all the time

we both get so turned on by the games we play

on each other’s minds

tongues twisting in each other’s mouth

drowning ourselves in a sea of organized panic

swimming in depression derived so long ago

that the stench has genitals turning rancid

releasing anger pent up by years

beating, pounding

until she’s a bleeding ball of reckless waste

reduced to puddles of sweat and inches of blood

from my younger days

Oh, who am I kidding

it’s just me, no girl

she’s just made up in my mind

to pass the time

and inspire another one

of my twisted rhymes




Darkness Abounds In The Pretense of Light


Darkness abounds

in the pretense of light

the sun shining

casting down rays fanning out

to scour the land

snipers pointing motionless rifles

into the scorching desert sand

shadows to rise because of light

behind exalted altars of misinterpreted power

and shortsighted ingenuity

they take the sons from behind

strangle them with the same ropes

the light had tied to them

while they wasted away as slaves

an uprising not surprising

the dark takes back the light

every night

but this time, there will be no sunrise

except for heaping pile of stones

made from the pyramids they were forced to build

and upon it the shadow slaves

exalted not an idol of gold

but upon the peak

the highest sun rose

forcing the tip of the triangle

through his back

black blood poured over the lands

his heart was lifted up

as a whirling cacaphony of praise

turned the blood into a tsunami

that drowned everything in its path

the shadows pulled hoods

over ghastly, metallic faces

and ascended towards Orion

God’s will complete


Two Blogger Awards In One: Mystery and Versatile


Thanks to Just Me ( and  1WiseWoman ( for nominating for the Mystery Blogger Award and Versatile Blogger Awards two weeks ago, respectively.  Just Me is already one of my favorite bloggers, thanks to her beautiful (and sometimes amazingly sexy) poetry and wonderful sense of humor, while 1WiseWoman has been a blog devoted to strength, awareness, and support of those with mental illness. As Just Me is also an aspie, I can really relate to each and am grateful for the kind words they leave on my blog. YOU LADIES ROCK.

In addition to Cocoons’ nomination for the Blogger Recognition Award, it’s been an AMAZING week for the blog, and I am too eager to use this time to once again say THANK YOU to ALL my readers. Whether you’ve known me since August, or followed me today, you’ve made this all possible.

Rules For The Mystery Bloggers Award is:


  1. Post the award logo/image on your blog
  2. Thank whoever nominated you and give a link to their blog.
  3. Mention the creator of the award and give a link as well.
  4. Nominate 10–20 deserving bloggers and notify your nominees by commenting on their blog.
  5. Ask your nominees any 5 questions of your choice; including one weird or funny question.

The rules for the Versatile Blogger Award state that you thank the blogger that nominated you, nominate 10 other bloggers (and a link to their blog) and list 7 interesting facts about yourself.

Firstly, lets answer the questions from Just Me

1.  Name one thing that you do that always feels right, no matter what.

In the words of Edgar Allen Poe, “With me poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion”

Where do you draw the most inspiration for your blog?

Life on the spectrum, depression, Fall Out Boy, and girls
Who is your favorite anti-hero and why?

Batman without a question. As an aspie, I really relate to his ability to do work from the shadows and be extremely focused and to the point.
4.  What is the inspiration behind the name of your blog?

It’s the summation of what you might call my writing. Nothing fancy here.
5.  And, finally, what is your favorite genre of music?

I really don’t have a favorite genre. I have favorite artists, but my tastes vary too much to like one specific genre. If I had to choose, it would be rock because of FOB. But I also admire Lecrae (rap), Lady Gaga (dance-pop), and Demi Lovato (pop rock).


Now, seven interesting facts about me..

  1. The longest I’ve had a friend is four months.
  2. I’ve drowned two smartphones
  3. Live in Baltimore. Never had a crabcake.
  4. Took voice lessons when I was eleven
  5. Mandy Kay is my favorite model
  6. I pulled out two teeth once because it was fun
  7. Blonde girls are my type

My five questions for my nominees

  1. Favorite country?
  2. Stranded on an island and you can only have one thing, what is it?
  3. Beyoncé or Rihanna?
  4. How do you eat French fries: ketchup on top, or on the side?
  5. Name one guilty pleasure

And, for the nominations…(to save time, the nominees are for each award)






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