Today
The blur in my vision
Was from joy
And that
Is all I can ask for
Aug 13, 2021
Aug 13, 2021 at 10:00 PM UTC
I am an atheist.
A spiritualist.
A confused child.
I was raised on
“God does not exist.”
Still, I find peace in
Comets and cosmos and creation.
I am unsure
And
Unsteady in my faith.
Yet every time
A child asks me
What thunder is,
I repeat the saying
I always heard.
“God is bowling.”
Jul 9, 2021
Jul 9, 2021 at 1:45 PM UTC
A spoon scoops out ribbons
Of entrails and intestines
From the tender lining
Of my soft belly.
My mind is murky waters
Muddled thoughts
Mindless wandering.
Heat invades my skin
A tainted blush of fever.
Once every full moon.
Jul 9, 2021
Jul 9, 2021 at 1:39 PM UTC
I wonder if
He loves me.
Even though
His eyes linger
On my *******
Not my
heart.
Jul 8, 2021
Jul 8, 2021 at 10:25 AM UTC
“Bombs away!”
You called.
They exploded with love.
Then suddenly,
The world was left empty.
Until the next wave.
Jul 7, 2021
Jul 7, 2021 at 2:43 PM UTC
Last night,
In my nightmare,
I wailed
Like a beast
As
You
Held me down.
When I awoke,
It made me
Wonder
If you’re doing
The same
Exact
Thing
In reality.
Jul 7, 2021
Jul 7, 2021 at 2:39 PM UTC
You
Apologized
So
Sweetly
It
Made
Me
Forget
Just
For
A
While
How
Painful
Your
Bite
Is
Jun 28, 2021
Jun 28, 2021 at 4:53 AM UTC
This
Horrible
Mean
Nasty
Rotten
Poem
Goes
Out
To
You.
My
Beautiful
Warm
Chaotic
Mess
Of
A
Friend.
——-
The next time you drink,
I’m putting you in the trunk of my car.
The passenger seat is reserved for folks
Who know how to handle their liquor.
Not people like you,
Who just get sicker.
(See, I can rhyme too.)
The next time you stoop over a piano
Or sing over the chords of a guitar,
I’ll try to stop my awestruck stare.
It’s more embarrassing for me than you.
(Although, I’m sure you’re already aware.)
The next time we sit in a bed of grass,
Instead of you, I’ll try to focus my eyes on stars.
I have a rule against denying myself beauty,
But I’m attempting self-control.
(Even in regards to you, truly)
Anyways, I’m done with this **** poem.
I’m pretty sure it’s a sonnet, or something like that.
So you’re welcome my dear Matan;
To you, I’m tipping my
hat.
Jun 25, 2021
Jun 25, 2021 at 2:35 PM UTC
I am bursting
From stomach to seam
With this overwhelming
Sensation
That some would call
Satiation
But I would call
The enemy
Jun 24, 2021
Jun 24, 2021 at 1:31 PM UTC
I’m not sure that I know what jealousy feels like.
I’ve heard tales of it.
Of green cheeks and envious eyes and pounding hearts.
And while my heart beats in my chest like a snare drum,
I don’t believe that it’s out of envy.
I’ve little care for your other loves
Or other bodies.
For all that matters to me
Is when your head
Is on my chest.
I don’t believe I’ve felt jealousy.
Fear,
On the other hand,
Is a strong possibility.
Jun 23, 2021
Jun 23, 2021 at 2:42 PM UTC