A stolen shirt returned to your bed
Or a text message still left on read

Yelling goodbye from an arched doorway
Or sending gifts although far away

A hushed "I love you" gone all too soon
Or taking hate outside the bedroom

Little efforts
Often broken
Whispered
And a little bit messy
But efforts nonetheless


8/11/2020

I love you
not just three words
that float from my tongue
to your delicate ear
do not cast them aside
they are not mundane
nor spoken in vain
they reflect your perfection
your beauty, my world
bask in them
feel their radiance
like warm fire

that isn’t what i meant to say
that isn’t what i’d do,
but what i really should’ve,
i haven’t but a clue.

God knows our weakness, and He choose to understand it.

Utterly broken—

If I meant the slightest bit to you, you wouldn't let me let you go.

the day a poet  
falls in love with you
is the day
you know you will live
forever
not in life
but in the love
that your poet
could never seem to
grant
themselves
but will
give you
all of

I didn't know what hit me
A roller coaster ride of emotions
One day I'm happy
Next, I'm tired

I didn't know what hit me
Your love so overwhelming
You caught me off-guard
A love so ecstatic
A love so pure
A love so beautiful
And I can't take it all in

I'm unlovable
Can't even take hugs seriously
Can't even make my own cup of coffee
Can't even make my brain be happy

But you taught me how to
You taught me all the things I can't even teach myself
You made me do all the things I won't even try
You even made me love myself.

But you were never mine
Never mine to begin with
Never mine to end this

F is for faking a smile
I is for so many insecurities
N is for never happy
E is for everything hurt

only rose quartz keeps us connected

ever feel so lost
you didn't even see the arrows
that's right in front of you

In and out of a
Patch of sunlight dragonflies
Flit, backs emblazoned

I want to save this Princess from Zimbabwe --
because she tells me it is my destiny,
and it is all in the email she sent me.

I want to save this Princess from Zimbabwe --
because she possesses many Riches,
and she has promised me all of them.

I want to save this Princess from Zimbabwe --
from her wretched uncle,
who will steal her wealth and lock her away.

I would save this Princess from Zimbabwe --
but she only needs my Government ID,
Bank Account and Social Security.

Stories are made to taught us lessons,
And our Life Is a story,
that made up of  emotion's,
that's never ends...

Let the rain fall down today
My mind is asking for it
I won't do anything today
Drip the raindrops, drip it!

I will be walking alone in the wet grove
But if I see someone there in the rain
Then I'll stop walking on the narrow path
and I'll take a look at her,
If she blushes at me then I'll smile too!

I will sing the song along with
the wet leaves of the green forest.
The smile blooms on my face
when those leaves will be shy
And I'll enjoy them in the raindrops!

Today has no bindings
to walk in this rainforest
Here I don't want any company
These long trees will be my friends.
Today I am the king of this green forest!

The Moon
       The Moon

Your eyes are pretty

The Moon
       The Stars
               Your Eyes

The Moon
        The Moon

Snow brings to earth the ash footsteps of Titans,
Winter in its giant vacancy of bygone strides,
The overthrown birth of frost mother and sky,
~The snow proselytizes all our warm tomorrows~
But the totality of loss lies like a starved lion,
Paws crossed, staring at the cold changeling-world,
As a young white-tailed Springbok ages into distance.

your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about
you;

i'll cry a little more,
hurt a little stronger
love a little softer
because you no longer
make me feel sober

i'm drunk on the
memory of you

I don't think
I am capable
of breaking someone's
heart,

because I know
too well
what it is like
to have one.

Today I tried to run away
I did not have success,
The road was long,
The day too hot,
I fear I look a mess.
My long hair quite in disarray
My clothing, loose and free
People cry and point and try
to run away from me.

Wind throws itself through my clothes,
tossing my hair and cooling the sweat of the climb
from my burning, beating body.
I am here. I am where I need to be -
high above the crowds and the clouds,
alone and utterly free.
There is much to see
but little to do,
and earthly troubles melt away
amidst these towering peaks.

It is mine, I declare.
But no, only here in the mountains
do you finally realize
that nothing belongs to you.

Break my bones;
cut my throat.
Pull me open,
learn the ropes.

Breath me in;
taste the fear.
Shank my skin;
stand and cheer.

Kick my head;
let me bleed.
Unbolt my veins;
enjoy the read.

Gouge my eyes;
punch my face.
Wrap me up
in your embrace.

I’m addicted to the feel of cold metal sliding across bare flesh
Addicted to the instant
when nothing marks smooth skin
immediately before
red rivers rapidly rise
painting a once white canvas
with a flood of emotion,
tears on my cheeks,
sobs caught in my throat,
numbness replaced by pain & sadness.
Addicted to the imperfection
of red welts and dotted scabs that follow,
fingers drawn like magnets
to the texture of healing skin,
tracing over and over and over now fading ridges
Amazed that I am strong enough
to heal myself over and over and over.
Convincing myself that I am strong enough.
I find strength in my weakness.

and we
won't just
  survive
    but we'll
      thrive till
        we're five
           and make
              peace with
                 our hearts
                     till we're
                         feeling
                              alive
                                   and my
                                        puppy-
                                               eyed
                                                     lover
                                                            will talk
                                                                   to the
                                                                          sky and
                                                                               we'll drift
                                                                                      through the
                                                                                              night till
                                                                                                      we're free

On some days
You make me
Regret
Ever loving you

Yet,
Every other day
It becomes clearer
That losing you
Would be my biggest
Regret

I know which one
I can live with

They are mineral ...

Smaller than dots ...

Heavy like hills ...

Faster than light ...

Harder as rocks ...

Powerful ...

more than the Sun ...

Babes’ gun ...

Gender son ...

Playing the fun ...

I am done ...

With no one ...

Able to catch them

But ...

Noise that **** the ears ...

No tears ...

Only with ...

The bullets

Thinking about getting a tattoo
But, I take pause...
Looking in the mirror
I see my body’s already covered
Marked in invisible ink
Every inch of my bare skin
Painted with the joy and pain of living
From my heart to my hips
Color faded here, but poppin’ over there
Memories designed by your hands
Others etched on my own
A collection that makes me smile
Among a few pieces I regret
So, about getting a tattoo...
I guess I’m not ready
Because I can’t think of a tattoo
Meaningful enough, yet
To write over any of the life I’ve lived