Called my feelings fetish
If wanting to be myself
Is that, I'm *****
Jul 26, 2017
Jul 26, 2017 at 1:48 AM UTC
Gripping tighter on the sheets--
Feeling weft and weave of cotton thread
Making rough what was once neat--
Feeling left abreast at once upon my bed
As we do when free of clothes--
Were it winter's bite or summer simper
Wind drifting 'pon our **** repose--
As we taste each other's quiet whimpers.
Jul 25, 2017
Jul 25, 2017 at 2:50 AM UTC
Thrown to the wind, each of me a thousandth of a dream.
A wish
B
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On the B E
R E A Z
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My petals reach the four corners
Over waters, rocks, and metals
Concrete, humans, and their houses
Till each one may settle
On expectant brows.
Jul 23, 2017
Jul 23, 2017 at 2:35 PM UTC
First time that I said it I had tears in my eyes.
Dread crushing my gut like grapes in summertime.
Took it back with regret, maybe some other time.
You can give me your heart with abandon.
Yet I must smother mine.
Jul 23, 2017
Jul 23, 2017 at 2:09 PM UTC
GET A ROOM!
Room to say, or conversation space
Filled with empty lies and careless whispers
Sax plays on with hairless jail-birds
Room to finish speaking, share this awkward tension with me.
Room to balk at fake suspense, then?
Room to crave an honest conversation
Room to leave, no hesitation?
Room to bleed upon this counter top
My head is spinning, make it stop.
Take me to my room, my bed, and aloe vera.
Got seven similar burns, let's say a brand
Shot eleven pillars of sand out from my hands.
The cops are calling, want to hear my demands
I just want space, some time, some room.
Jul 23, 2017
Jul 23, 2017 at 12:32 AM UTC
My masque has been on so long
It is starting to fuse to my skin.
Worn, paint fading,
there are cracks in it.
For every ounce of joy
each chip of plaster brings,
with it too a pound of pain
each time it gets replaced.
I found happiness in another,
hopefully forever,
though they've only seen my masque.
I found my ride-or-die-for love,
and they theirs,
though they've only seen my masque.
I would give my soul to break it off.
To take the stitching out,
Yet can not bring myself to,
for fear has chained me
to my tear stained masque.
Darkened days and wet cheeks are all that I can see from rays of sun
upon my shadows
were my masque betrayed.
So on my face it stays, but nothing outside will change,
they've only ever seen my masque.
Jul 22, 2017
Jul 22, 2017 at 11:03 PM UTC