Sometimes a threat
Feels worse
Than what’s to come
It’s the feeling of
Ambiguity
And the itch of not knowing
Acknowledging that there’s danger,
But what kind?
It’s unknowable until the moment
Like a bespectacled man
Inside a dark cave
He has the tools, but cannot work
When you can’t lash out
Or even caress
Whatever can do both
When you can’t outsmart
Or out-stupid
Whatever does neither
When you can’t run away
Or charge towards
Whatever needn’t move an inch more
That’s when you let
Instincts
Take you out for a spin
When logic and words are replaced
By snarls and roars
And that’s honestly the best sounds available
When careful movements are ditched,
Flailing arms and kicking legs reign
And you feel every muscle in harmony
That’s when you lose your humanity
But win the fight
And that’s what really matters
But did you really win?
I mean,
You lost your mind wrestling a thought.
Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 7:15 AM UTC
The first day,
I met you.
My life changed.
I believed.
The second day,
You said "hi!"
Sparkling eyes
And bright smiles.
The third day,
We had lunch.
Ribs for two
And a flan.
The fourth day,
I loved you.
Did you too?
I hoped so.
The fifth day,
You said no.
You grew cold
Like ice cream.
The sixth day,
We stopped "us"
Back to nil;
Tears were shed.
The last day,
I walked past;
You just shrugged.
We're strangers.
Sep 16, 2018
Sep 16, 2018 at 11:15 AM UTC
I grew up in the country
Where greens and blues reign supreme
Where the stars shine bright at night
And the air smells like the air
I grew up in the country
Where your friends are really friends
Where animals run amok
And I relish the warm sun
Now I live in the city
Where it's grey as far as sight
Where the sky is just a haze
And now I cant even breathe
Now I live in the city
Where most your friends are strangers
Where horns and smoke rule the road
And I lock myself at home
I want to go home
Where the grass touches the sky
Where the clouds are white
And I can take a deep breath
I want to go home
Where I can trust peers freely
Where I can hear myself think
And I be free once more
Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 7:10 AM UTC
Red
Like blood on white tile
A fair maiden's lips
Your hair last summer
Blue
Like a choking man
A child's eyes glist'ning
Your fav'rite color
Yellow
Like weathered parchment
My mother's long hair
Your car's bright paint job
Green
Like moss on a rock
The leaves on a tree
The passport you left
Purple
Like bruises on skin
Orchids on a vine
Your prom date's necktie
Orange
Like fire cleansing all
The light on my porch
The sun on your face
Brown
Like earth we'll return
A mug of cocoa
And some sourdough bread
White
Like pale, frigid skin
My face when I saw
What you have become
Black
Like life without you
A life without you
My life without you
Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 7:13 PM UTC