A shelter for the insects to fester.
A refuge for rotting dreams.
A being with no identity.
A splint within reality
I want to harbor in.
A dying fire buried
under ash that can still burn.
I want to touch and know
what it means to feel.
I hope to reincarnate
the other piece of my soul
Before this body is dust.
Aug 10, 2019
Aug 10, 2019 at 12:45 PM UTC
Nothing more will be done.
Your final touch emptied
my lungs of I can’t live without you
and I took my first breath in this
world. I cried like most newborns
and pacified myself with poetry
I am thankful you let go
else I wouldn’t have learned
how to walk alone.
Aug 4, 2019
Aug 4, 2019 at 3:52 PM UTC
You were not the
Monarchs fluttering
in my womb. Just a
consequence of drinking
too much. They drowned
in the regrets I swallowed.
But some nights
I ***** the memories
wrapped in cocoons
and place them in old
shoe boxes.
And someday when I am sober
I will untape the wound,
release the butterflies,
and set myself free.
Jul 26, 2019
Jul 26, 2019 at 12:15 PM UTC
it’s difficult to watch his steps in the dark.
and even harder to catch him when he
falls and you look into his clouded
eyes as see an empty room
forged by walls built with
regret. oh, how you
wish you were
enough to
tear them
down.
Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 1:22 PM UTC
I was an infant sounding out
vowels on labels fixated with
complexions not hearts.
Sermons spoken spilled salt
on wounds shaped from moments
when the sword was mightier than the pen.
I was mute as black blood
streamed letters the mature read
and dismissed as chicken scratch.
Pleas to unlock the chains noosed
around my heart, never heard,
until my ears opened to self acceptance—
the song hearts dance to without shame,
the vernacular spoken without stutter.
The key frees my soul from shackles
and dissolves the branded lesions borne.
They were just words.
Sep 1, 2015
Sep 1, 2015 at 3:15 PM UTC
See me as I am:
A broken masterpiece shackled in chains.
My wounded soul bleeds.
Time cannot heal the lesions broidered
on my flesh, nor the scarred past
that is my graven present, my son's future.
Envision the dream, a hollow
glow shimmering in the night,
searching for the key
that will unlock freedom.
Aug 14, 2015
Aug 14, 2015 at 12:54 PM UTC
I love you.
You are water that hydrates my soul
and yes, it is a dry, vacant wasteland
longing for your touch.
Tell me you want me as much as
I need you.
You are sweet nectar for a healing heart.
Hold my hand. Pull me out
of the darkness. Wrap me in your
embrace and I will smile.
This isn’t right, but it is a spell
I cannot break.
You steal the air from my lungs with you glow,
and I am born again.
Whispers dance in our streets and slip
in the cracks beneath us.
Words I should never speak erupt
and burn your ears with heated passion.
Your lips are sewed shut in surprise.
Compressed truth is pressure I no longer feel,
but I am numb because of it.
I long for you to whisper sweet nothings back,
but this love is forbidden.
Aug 13, 2015
Aug 13, 2015 at 10:05 PM UTC
I gaze into the moon’s eyes like
a child seeking a lost friend.
In these shadows, I find pleasure
planting seeds with roots hooked
in Fear’s rich soil spurring a hollow
tree with rotten skin.
I branch out in search of a soul,
but the majestic globe shines and
scatters the night, exposing me to
warmth that fills my belly.
I am whole, in touch with
the part of me I lost: myself.
The moon ignites a path that leads
away from a troubled past into a bright future.
Aug 13, 2015
Aug 13, 2015 at 9:57 PM UTC
With eyes wide shut, my mind paints a vivid picture of the girl I love.
Everything from her frizzy hair, to her weird thumbs, and her amazing mind.
Her laugh makes me weak.
The energy in her spirit causes me to question everything
I ever denied of angels and God.
For if He exist, she is His prized possession.
Your wild antics keep me on my toes.
Your seducing smile sends chills down my spine, cooling the passion burning feverishly in my soul..
But this is a dellusion of the conscience.
When I flip my eyelids you are there,
but not subjected to my love.
You are free of the burdens I place on my chest.
You are only my best friend and I fear that's all you will ever be.
You are my angel that will shine a righteous light and awaken my cold vessel to traquil affection.
Haha, I can only dream..
I stopped believing in fairy tales long ago,
but I will never stop believing in you,
I will never stop listening to you,
I will never stop trusting you,
I will never stop being the rock
you need when the earth beneath you becomes quicksand.
When the world tries to drown you in dispare I will be there to give you life.
I will care for you, feel what you feel because we are one.
You are my better half and
I can't survive withut you.
I wish I could tell you how I feel.
To tell you I love you more
than life itself and I will profess that everywhere anywhere no matter what.
I am proud an grateful for you and all that you have taught me.
Thank you for being my outlet from the hell I suffered through and in
return I was there for you.
I was there to wipe your tears away.
I was there when you thought of taking your life.
I was there when you wanted to go: leave America, marry in Africa, honeymoon in Paris, and grow old in India.
I have been there and I always will.
I am yours..
I wish I didn't neglect you when I did.
I wish I didn't deny my feelings for you, but I am afraid.
It scares me how serious I am about you.
I have cried and ached in your absence.
It hurts, but what's worse is that you don't know.
You may never know.
I never thought that I would be in love with my best friend.
I could only have dreamt it, but when I open my eyes, my feelings applify and I spend the rest of the day lying and repressing them until I slumber and my true reality is born, in which I am together forever with the girl of my dreams..
Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 6:13 PM UTC
Conceived of liberty
But born in chains
With broken wings I soar to happiness
With bleeding feet I walk to freedom
Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 4:51 PM UTC