We are all that one another has in the world
The confines of this comfortable hole is his universe
He is my home
Amber eyes whisper serenity
His head bowed slightly as he waits for my embrace
The friction between us creates a static charge
But we do not mind
I kiss his shoulder and hold him close
Soft purrs echo soothing vibrations until it becomes too much
Then he bites my hand to run off and find peace within himself
Dec 20, 2022
Dec 20, 2022 at 10:42 PM UTC
I went all day without speaking to her
And I drank Cabernet by the bottle
and admired the artwork put on display
Walking, observing, feeling an undeserved
sense of soundness
There was one painting that I was particularly fond of
It was entitled "The Embrace"
A faceless man in black and blue was pursuing a faceless
woman in pink and white
She shied away from him
She was too bashful
One blue arm attempted to comfort her
from the world as she knew
Or maybe from the uncertainties of the world
that he imposed onto her
Bloomed century plants envelop her completely
And I stood there and pondered and drank more wine
Then I thought,
"She's going to become nonexistent
just after becoming so beautiful."
And I took another sip of my drink
The only thing that existed in that moment were
the paintings on the walls, the wine in my belly, and the
associates that I went to the art show with
For those hours that I was there, I was separated from reality
Multiple calls were made soon after I returned to squadron
Multiple calls were ignored
I knew that I was in the wrong
So I kept making attempts to reach her
from a thousand miles away
making myself look like an *** in the process
It wasn't until the next morning that she contacted me
All of her texts were short, dry, and cold
I could tell that she was hurt
So I called again, this time I could hear her voice
"You're just an ******* You don't even care."
I listen
My stomached churned slightly from the guilt
of knowing that she's not entirely wrong
I could be so much better, but it's hard to fight against
vices ingrained in your core
Like instincts of self preservation
Like fear
Although I'm not always successful, I still try
She resists me for a little while then succumbs
to the pull of my world
Then I remember the painting
And I understood
Dec 20, 2019
Dec 20, 2019 at 11:23 PM UTC
I've always prided myself of being in tune with
my reality
Though as of late, I've been caught by this wondrous
dream in disregard to an impending inevitability
The Sun's rays still shine on me
Glowing and glistening against my skin
But I know that it must set
I can feel the air around me growing cooler
The sky is turning into bittersweet hues of purple and orange
When it becomes dark once more
I will face the east and wait patiently to embrace those rays
that pour down like honey on my ordinary little world
and drip from my fingertips
Jun 21, 2019
Jun 21, 2019 at 4:56 PM UTC
The embodiment of the sun is a woman
Her hair like Rapunzel
Long, and a beautiful golden blonde
Her spirit was dragged through mud by the rabble
but when it rose again through the Will of Grace
it shined as though it had never been tested
She carries herself with pride, which resonates
with me
Even when her conversation turns crude, and she
bellows and burps:
she maintains her class and loveliness
Daisies grow in the wake of her steps
She is the embodiment of the sun
and I have become pious
May 13, 2019
May 13, 2019 at 10:00 PM UTC
After a satisfying fried catfish
dinner with collards and a sweet potato
I went for a stroll in the nearby plaza
I entered the Publix with a sweet treat
on my mind
And there I saw the watermelon woman
that made my mouth water instead
She was cutting up samples to be
passed out while wearing a sliced
watermelon costume
Long black hair rested on one of her shoulders
A small scar on the side of her mouth
was noticeable, but it was completely
overshadowed by her gaze
Our eyes met, and I was locked in
I smiled softly in reaction to the silliness
of the dichotomy between the woman
and the watermelon
A pineapple would've suited her much better
She responded to me by giving her own
slightly nervous smile
She offered me a sample, which I took
then she began to speak to me with her
chin pointed down towards the table
Her eyes never broke contact with mine
"They're two for one today. Really good too.
You should buy some."
"Have you tried it?"
"No, but I can tell. I can smell it."
How I'd love to try her out
Her body language said that she
was self-conscious, insecure
Yet her eyes told me that she was a lioness
ready to be dominated
I left the store empty handed
A missed opportunity on my part
It's been a while since I've done any farm work
but if I see the watermelon woman again
I'll plant seeds
May 13, 2019
May 13, 2019 at 7:52 PM UTC
I don't care much for titles or trophies
I've never been one to reminisce over
past accomplishments
I only want to destroy the spirit of
the man before me
I will only be satisfied with victory
when I feel his grit wither away
When his sense of self is lost
I will have found myself again
Nietzsche is smiling at me from his cave
May 13, 2019
May 13, 2019 at 7:21 PM UTC
Ugly men had it easy
Women would just assume that they had
to have something going on for them
in order to atone for their misaligned eyes,
the crooked teeth, or the superabundance of fat
that has his arteries pleading for a mercy ****
from the next Baconator Cheeseburger that
rapes his intestinal tract
Fate just couldn't be so cruel
So a phenomenon takes place:
The Dramatization Of The Ugly Man's Qualities
His jokes are funnier, puns punnier, and his
presence is larger
He is the man among men
The ugly man is god
As long as he can support a woman's habits that is.....
May 13, 2019
May 13, 2019 at 6:33 PM UTC
The continued repression
of the id's desired pleasure
Will lead to the death
of some poor son-of-a-bitch
May 13, 2019
May 13, 2019 at 6:18 PM UTC
The winged man
Perches on the most comfortable branch
And waits to bathe
In the light of a newfound path
May 13, 2019
May 13, 2019 at 6:12 PM UTC
Boredom is the number one adversary
for a man's well-being
Even before the alcohol
coke
heron
******
******
gambling
and good women
The Morning Star only challenged god
because Heaven was uneventful
He was well ahead of his time
A perfect world can only exist when
there's an opposing force
Even the mice know that
May 13, 2019
May 13, 2019 at 6:06 PM UTC