crisscross

crisscross

NY

16 years old

Posts

  • Orpheus's Radio feature

    graced by the illusive muse,
    notes dripping from his tongue.
    reeking of The Modern Heartbreak,
    a knife twisted in his lung.

    now, he’s crying out melodies,
    words of the wise,
    watering young eardrums,
    poems in disguise.
  • NO SOLICITORS PLEASE

    Leave me alone, 

    The door is etched with sidewalk scratches

    Blood or chalk will paint my walls. 

    My phone case smells of last tuesday, my breath

    Smells of you. We celebrate our angst with massacres. 

  • trojan waltz

    she wishes she was Helen.

    her temple, sacred to all cynical teenagers

    her temples, soldiers bounding from the barracks.

    whittling war cries and humming to themselves.
  • apricot

    creep into my arms,
    there are plenty of holes to climb into,
    can you be one?
                          gothic style letttered vows,
  • Perpetuated

    A band of storytellers cries at the wake.
    We mourn the basic rhythm of tomorrow,
    Your words, overpowered by the bass.

    Could I ask a question? And could you
    Respond in all honesty, modestly?