Seize the day, my friend
Because the birthday boy’s balloons will rise
The captain will turn his helm against the tides
And the sun will set
Below the horizon
Below a place you cannot see
So while the sun is still high
High in the sky
Show them what you’re made of
Show them why the sun rose
Why the mother loved her son for the last time
Why the soldier said his last goodbyes
Why the violinist strung his last stroke
And why you are you
For now, there is no other
Dec 3, 2019
Dec 3, 2019 at 4:10 AM UTC
What is love
Is it
The serendipitous encounter between a paper and pen
Or
The feeling
Of falling into the cold waters
Deep
And deeper
To find the sunken ship and its box of treasure
Or
The way an ore moves a rowboat
The way a sail gives direction to its accomplice
I would never know
I have only burned the paper
Drowned-
Lost the treasure
And crashed my boats
Sep 24, 2019
Sep 24, 2019 at 3:23 PM UTC
Two tears dripped
She held the cup from which she sipped
Parallel and equally heavy
That fell from a cloud she could not levy
From the taunting and teasing
They called nothing more than appeasing
She was big
named a pig
They drew her tears
Until she could not hear
She painted her face
Dressed herself in lace
she never had a chance to feel beautiful
Until she was dull
She took her last breath
And tears drowned her to death
Apr 25, 2019
Apr 25, 2019 at 4:08 PM UTC
A creature of habit
In dire need
Of your insatiable touch
The rush
When your hot lips were locked on my neck
As you held my face
But that look
You were dead before you died
I could see your numbness
You were a hostage to the clock
In a race against time
Before we expired
Jan 20, 2019
Jan 20, 2019 at 5:03 PM UTC
My ship sank
My sail was torn
My motor leaked
And I’m sorry
I’m sorry for treating your gold like nickel
For mixing your daisies with tulips
And stepping on your rose
I should have known
Jan 20, 2019
Jan 20, 2019 at 4:59 PM UTC
There’s this cold, saturated emptiness
That lies within me
Buried in my heart
Protected by the warmth of my veins
But all it takes
Is a ***** to its shield
A blow on its roof
To explode
Envelope my glee with its demons
Blinds the light
grinds contentment
the satanic hug-
I call depression
Sep 15, 2018
Sep 15, 2018 at 6:34 PM UTC
I’ve been hurt
I’ve been burnt
I’ve been cut
I’ve been hit
I’ve been abused
I’m broken
You’ve felt your own merciful blood drip from your wrists
In vein
You’ve felt your arms incinerate beneath a scorching cigarette
You were six feet under but managed to find the light
My dear
You were my band aid
Maybe it was dumb, maybe it was wrong
But you healed me
You dressed my wounds and cooled my burns
My dear
You were my band aid
Aug 22, 2018
Aug 22, 2018 at 4:19 PM UTC
Those nights
When you just lie there
And stare into space
And that feeling of your heart being ripped and tossed
Is on loop
With the same song playing over
And over
And over
Again
your eyes shut and the numbness ceases with your dreams
But you wake up
With your sheets stained of tear dried mascara
And that raw feeling
And your lips pale
Because the pain doesn’t stop when he’s gone
Aug 18, 2018
Aug 18, 2018 at 9:17 PM UTC
It was this electric burn
This insatiable satisfaction
When your hot lips were wrapped around mine
a snake on its prey
The feeling of you kissing me-
a neglected crave
I could never get enough
And when I had you-
It felt like you were gone
Because my mind wandered off to when I would see you next
When I could get more of you
The feeling of your hands caressing my every curve and handle
The way you tousled with my hair
As you warmed my neck with your hot touch
I could savor this sentiment for eternity
But I must forget it
For I will veer insanity
Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 9:04 PM UTC
Although we deny it
There is a caste system
It’s disgusting
We pride ourselves on societal acceptance
But when it comes to our PERSONAL lives,
The ugly stay among the ugly
And the attractive menace among their own
And it is perfectly normal
For godlike physique to kiss itself
But it cannot touch the curves and to spite what a bigger, or paler, or browner body may hold
There is a caste system
We divide society into classes based upon attractiveness
So that anyone who desires to pivot, cannot
And once you’re “there”
You are free
You are enlightened
But the chance given, the opportunity to thrive
Is held to the untouchables like a bone to a dog
But never to be chewed or gnawed
It’s just there
The menacing glory - hung like a dream on a wall
Jul 7, 2018
Jul 7, 2018 at 12:55 AM UTC