I'm goin' downtown
To see what's goin' around
Nothing but a bunch of empty space
because reality is hittin' people in da' face.
No style, no talk.
Just a walk,
around the block,
I shouldn't even be out.
But there is no sound
in my cell:
Isolation;
Decrease in education.
No way out, it still gonna spread.
Watch out, before people stay away
from you like you already dead.
I'm goin' to my ghostown,
Watching people from above
Having a common stare-down
They aren't the only ones to know.
All of this:
is The Pits.
No way out,
stuck here...no doubt.
Apr 2, 2020
Apr 2, 2020 at 2:46 AM UTC
Can we talk about the daisies that lie in wait
as the little sister shouts
to her brother not too far,
that flowers aren’t only for girls
because one day he will have to bring them to the humped shape in the green grass
where she rests and the daisies have finally wilted,
store-bought ones
don’t have the same charm it enraptured his sister with
and didn’t create the same smile on his drying lips,
the watercolor red stains his eyes
and the veins become
the stems of a regret-filled life.
Oct 29, 2019
Oct 29, 2019 at 1:06 PM UTC
Long lines of clouds could be seen
under the dense blue where a so-called
'space' is available who wish to explore a
new world where humans do not inhabit
the mind and take control of your body.
how freeing, not even a bird could compare
to aimlessly floating around next to the Stars,
glimmering in the dark abyss, which I compare
to my old planet filled with a dark sense of humor.
This foreboding taste of the lost little girl,
who is an alien among her own and
to the stars. But at least those welcome her
with bright grins and burns. Not a sugarcoated
tongue who forces its way down your throat.
for simply
being the Weird
one.
Oct 29, 2019
Oct 29, 2019 at 2:11 AM UTC
By the river we sat,
the fish squirm below.
They remind me of speckled dirt.
A stone flies, spattering
rings of a tree which show
our life over the short years.
The insects that sing and thrive during a
Summer day relish in a sun
so warm it brightens our skin
turning it deep red as the maple leaves
when autumn shows its cold shoulder.
The color slowly hurts as the harsh winds
hit our cheeks with a slap
full of rules and stricter discipline.
Distance is not the only thing
that grows between us.
Snow drops appear slowly, yet
I sit waiting by the river for you.
Chills form, I stand as still as the snow.
Leaving footprints of longing, I backtrack
every time I spot a piece of fresh grass
sprouting out of the blank blanket;
A new-born friend, that is very weak.
Searching for a replacement as time grows.
The river thaws, Winter ends, bringing
Spring in poor conditions.
Mud has encased the entirety of the water.
So thick, it is a disturbing smell, or it could
be you I think of so fondly.
Your booming voice has never been so clear;
Bringing a rain so soft,
it makes me tremble under its pressure
as you shed all my tears.
Oct 20, 2019
Oct 20, 2019 at 9:14 PM UTC
Companion
For
Life.
liar!
Leaving me behind,
Soar, soar!
You selfish bird.
Spread your seeds;
Sep 15, 2019
Sep 15, 2019 at 7:38 PM UTC
In the mountains,
we carve our hearts
The sun rising soon
Waiting for a melody
As we become in tune
Withering under the heat
Our love burns away
Like the webs spiders weave
Stringing our mistakes
The everlasting moment
Watching our hands prune
Dying with your last breath
Your soul flies over the moon
Casting a shadow over our heart
Vowing to never forget you
With this lovely little tune
If only, I could have loved you longer
Jun 14, 2019
Jun 14, 2019 at 3:57 PM UTC
You pick me up with your fingers
A hungry, dominant stare lingers
Pulling my limbs apart
Your mouth reeks with 'Sweetheart.'
In this lifeless state of wonder
Glazed by societal views, dragging me under
Clasped tight with no escape
Wanting to scream, 'Rape!'
May 3, 2019
May 3, 2019 at 9:47 PM UTC
People walk all about
Humming a soundless tune of self-doubt
The drinks keep coming
Steeped in endless fuming
Friends joke around
A truth sealed and bound
Hiding behind a deadpan
Sustaining the image of an American man
‘More!’, everyone shouts
Raising their cups forgetting their spouse
Sitting here with a straight face
Wanting to forget my workplace
Apr 25, 2019
Apr 25, 2019 at 3:22 PM UTC
In a drunken stupor
The glass wracks with guilt
Under pressure of a gaze
Willing for them to shatter
--People below carry on
The graying sky a signal
To the viewer's thoughts,
thoughts about a perished soul
Room full of old confessions
Dreary with a taste of venom
Held in the palm of a sinner’s hand
Stuck out waiting for someone to eat off it
No one could take the weight,
The burden of being an iniquitous man
Before, his hands were occupied
Holding two different hands in each
One let go too soon
The other held on too tightly
And now they were both gone
Slipping out of these deceitful fingers
Apr 25, 2019
Apr 25, 2019 at 3:01 AM UTC
They tease and compel
Devouring into my ill eyes
Lurking beneath the wilting yellow
Murky black blends in with the night
She taunts in the lightness of the day
This bed dips a bit lower every day
In disturbed curiosity and jealousy
Goading a reaction of plea
Staring in unadulterated penance
Wellness improving with each interaction
Greedy to drink in the color
Eyes feast upon them
Dancing slyly in sync
Dripping in need and want
One waits to dance in my head
These chains are finally unlocked
Feet find purchase of the cold flat floor
Only exuberating the ugly drug
To tear the flesh of yellow off her skin
All the while, in a manic spree of glee
Apr 25, 2019
Apr 25, 2019 at 2:24 AM UTC