I'm in the process of banishing demons from my body.
You can see these scars on my skin,
where evil once settled in,
but now, let my healing begin.
I banish cruel words from my kingdom,
I free myself from wrong touch,
I cover my walls in strong ivy,
I tear myself away from your clutch.
I run t'wards the ocean before me,
I swallow the sun in great gulps.
I'm making a sanctuary,
a home,
and a safe place,
A place that is just for myself.
Feb 15, 2022
Feb 15, 2022 at 4:32 PM UTC
big blue
big blue, two
two big blue to see
big blue sky
like crayon on canvas
crazy how big blue is
crazy how I have two blue
always drawn to
big brown
two big brown
drawn to brown like crayon
draws land
land under big blue
big sky
blue eyes
look for brown
land and
sea, too
crazy you
have brown
I have blue
we have two
you take blue crayon
I take brown
draw land on you and
you draw big
sky or sea
all over me
I am blue
brown is you
kissing crazy
cos now blue is brown
brown is blue
land has sea
sea makes sky
crazy crayons
blue brown eyes
you and
I.
Oct 21, 2021
Oct 21, 2021 at 12:27 AM UTC
It is true, though,
that I'd rather leave scars
on this body I possess
and leave tears in my heart
from the lovers I've met,
than to have never lived
or loved at all.
Life is a climb, a trip and a fall.
Oct 21, 2021
Oct 21, 2021 at 12:23 AM UTC
Can you pull apart the seems you sewed
When you were once as one?
I felt the high of being nowhere
And everywhere all at once.
We floated in a black space
And in it we combined.
My consciousness reached out to yours
And then, they intertwined.
Oct 3, 2021
Oct 3, 2021 at 4:32 AM UTC
If the past is but an illusion
and the present is all that I am,
then it’s an illusion that has made me strong;
all those things that didn’t go as planned.
I drift now, happy to observe life
as it happens around me,
as it whisks me along with it,
I’m trying to stay grounded.
And I love now, passionately.
Not with a flame, but now I am the sun.
I have my own mind,
but I’m made up of everyone.
I am human enough to feel
slow crushing of heart,
but I am angel enough
to not fall apart.
Jun 28, 2021
Jun 28, 2021 at 12:19 AM UTC
What if I were in love with you?
What inside your world would it change?
Because for me, it gives such a different view.
For me, you make appearances when I sleep,
and I don’t know if it’s my imagination
or if it’s you trying to speak.
I know that you live just down the street-
you probably never even think about it,
but I always wonder whether we’ll meet.
So, what if I were in love with you?
It might explain why you’re always inside my mind.
Why you seem to be lost in there-
stuck in a maze, or you were leaving it but left something behind.
I know that right now you’re with someone;
with someone who’s kind.
You seem really happy.
I know that love like that can be hard to find.
So, what if I were in love with you?
There is nothing for me to do-
I’m embarrassed enough and I’m tormented, too.
Jun 27, 2021
Jun 27, 2021 at 6:33 AM UTC
This could’ve been me.
I could’ve been a consciousness
trapped inside a tree.
Instead, I have a body,
these bones, this blood, my flesh.
Why would I ask for more
when I could’ve had much less?
Jan 10, 2021
Jan 10, 2021 at 12:20 AM UTC
My hair smells like carrot cake,
it holds onto things like that-
and accidental kisses
that were not very kind.
I’m sorry,
by the way.
I forgot your lips were trouble
and you have a troubled mind.
Jan 10, 2021
Jan 10, 2021 at 12:17 AM UTC
From your perspective,
the water lays clear and blue,
sugar dissolves on the tongue like it was never even there
and Daddy gave you a car that you care for respectfully.
Letters get placed nicely into your hands
and that pink mouth of yours says lovely things,
born in spring,
it must be nature on your side.
From your perspective,
it's no wonder you walk uphill
and tremble when asked to stand still.
Who would **** you when you won't **** yourself?
But I can see
why you're still never lonely.
You insist on some insomnia
before you fall asleep
in your radiated room in Daddy's house.
Eyes that match the sky
on your side of the day,
you're that part of the valley
catching the sun.
From your perspective,
sunflowers only need to face one another
and they grow like fools in your garden.
You're insured for those faulty organs
and I bet it's nice to lie over a safety net at night.
Aug 17, 2020
Aug 17, 2020 at 7:44 PM UTC
The roses are dead,
they had barely turned red,
in the morning
I rose to them withered.
The sun made no sound
as it stood from the ground
to illuminate
the absence of life.
Oh, it stung like a thorn
to see this at dawn;
my heart shrivelled up
like those petals.
“They look red to me?”-
the others can’t see
those dead roses
that sit on our table.
“It’s all in your mind,
the roses are fine;
so are you,
if you give yourself time.”
Nov 28, 2019
Nov 28, 2019 at 8:00 PM UTC