his elaborate whisper of delirious worship
the repulsive tongue of drunk men
I must recall in bitter fashion
his mess above my passion
Nov 15, 2018
Nov 15, 2018 at 4:22 PM UTC
Domestic destruction
Detonation
Dehumanization
People are breathing their last breaths
But we will call it
civilian casualty
Bullets ringing like bells through the air
Bones cracking like the whips we have "long since" retired
A terrorist without the skin tone
Or the turban
Is called
troubled
We keep the death toll
Like keeping score
Pointing fingers
But never at home team
The flag is colored
Red with our blood
White like our pride
And blue like our sorrow
And you boo when people kneel
Seeing them pushed down by the weight of the injustices we perpetuate
****** you off
Because people died for that flag
Like the unnamed slaves-turned-soldiers
Who never had a choice when bullets littered their backs
Dying for a country they didn't ask to be in
The taking knees
Doesn't honor that proud history
It doesn't fit the status quo
The picture of
America the brave
And home of the free(d)
The freedom of speech
Our favorite card to play
Until someone has something important to say
So build the wall ten feet higher
We gave children dreams
now we ship back the dreamers
To a land they never dreamt of
Ten feet higher
We shot unarmed kids in the back
Blaming the bullet
Not the blue who pulled the trigger
Ten feet higher
We marched with swastikas held high
Alt right
Neo ****
No, sorry
White Pride
Ten feet higher
Add a foot for every black life that didn't matter enough
Add a foot for every white ****** that walked free
Add a foot for every family ripped apart
Add a foot for every terrorist that came from inside this country
Add a foot for every hate crime left unnoticed
Add a foot for every transgender person who can no longer serve
Add a foot for every injustice that will never be addressed
Add a foot for every life we could've saved in Puerto Rico
Red with blood
The flag is red with the blood we wiped from our hands.
Be aware
Be angry
Oct 3, 2017
Oct 3, 2017 at 10:20 AM UTC
My heart is not your home
I won't let foreign fingers
Caress my shores
Or stake flags in my hilltops
I have cast your boat from my seas
And cleaned my skin from under your nails
This heart is not your home
Nor anyone else's
The beating in my chest
Is not the beating of a drum
Do not build your melodies around the pounding inside me
Jul 31, 2017
Jul 31, 2017 at 9:00 PM UTC
Fumbling in the dark
Blind deaf and dumbly
Broken fingers search for ignition
With Ice in my veins
I turn the key numbly
Gas pedal to the floor
Street lights twinkle above me
Bright beautiful alive
Polluting
Who knew stars could be so ugly
Jun 22, 2017
Jun 22, 2017 at 12:18 PM UTC
My heart isn't broken
it's bruised
I have bruises like a map across my skin
Across my soul across my body
Bruises like a black ocean
swallowing me whole
Where do the bruises end
And I begin
It hurts to be touched
But watch me beg for more
It hurts to be loved
But watch me try anyway
Watch my skin crawl
When you trail kisses down my neck
Look at the footprints they leave behind
Stare into my bloodshot eyes
And tell me it was my fault
Tell me I bruised myself
Tell me I hammered my own heart
Against the inside of my rib cage
Until the only thing left beating
Was my fists against my chest
A cheap imitation
For the beating of a heart
Believe me when I tell you
That I no longer ache for you
Believe me when I tell you
I couldn't make these bruises by myself
Every old bruise
Is shaped like your fingertips
Every old bruise
is shaped like your hands around my neck
Every old bruise is shaped like you
And when these bruises fade
New ones will take their place
And I hope they hurt
And I hope they're beautiful
May 20, 2017
May 20, 2017 at 4:54 PM UTC
you are the soothing hum
the grass stains on my jeans
the summer in my hair
the color in my cheeks
you are the the constant wave
beating against my heart
the warm honey on my lips
the paint on my nails
you are the perfect dance
and a moonlit ride
the sticky vanilla cream
you are the flower in my palm
the reason I smile
the chills down my spine
you are more than you'll ever know
you are the love of my life
May 19, 2017
May 19, 2017 at 4:31 PM UTC
bathroom stalls are still haunted
with the smell of bourbon
and the sound of you trying to misplace the loneliness trapped inside you
i held your drunk head while you cried
and you still won't look me in the eyes
i'm sorry loving you wasn't enough
May 19, 2017
May 19, 2017 at 4:29 PM UTC
The bond we had
Was made of rust and rubble
And when we finally crumbled
There were pieces of me you stole
There was a ghost left in your wake
That floated listlessly
Into any arms that opened for her
A desperate search for unlocked doors
And empty beds
Haunting houses that will never become homes
A purgatory of names I don't remember
Hands I can't stop feeling
Even when they stop touching me
Even when I close my eyes
I thought I could be revived
If I found someone to fill me up
Even temporarily
The heat between my thighs
And hot breath gasping in my ears
Burning me alive
Recklessly, I tried
To let them push you out of me
Shamelessly, I lied
When I told them I liked it
My complacent facade
Slowly dripped off my face
I decided to make this broken heart my home
I pushed away the arms
I shed the strangers fingerprints
That were branded on my skin
I realized you can only become a ghost
If you let someone **** you
You are not the sum of your lost parts
But instead the ones left behind
There are some days when I look in the mirror
That a stranger stares back
Today I smile at her
Yes, there are parts of me you stole
That I will never recover
But the ones you took
Are the ones that I can live without
May 19, 2017
May 19, 2017 at 2:02 PM UTC