Your name tastes bitter in my mouth
Though still I crave your lips
Trace my body with your finger tips
Your words or lack there of strangle me
Though I want you to embrace me
Let your whole being encase me
Your existence fills me with sadness
Though you used to bring me joy
So much power held in the palm of one beautiful broken boy
Oct 24, 2019
Oct 24, 2019 at 4:09 PM UTC
thing of beauty
soaked in light
saturated with every emotion
You leave me weightless
static as skin
overwhelmed with the deepest of joy
when I get to stand in your rain
Sep 1, 2019
Sep 1, 2019 at 12:46 PM UTC
Inhale. Exhale
Taste the blue
And wrap yourself
In the possibility
Of gold
Jul 19, 2019
Jul 19, 2019 at 4:00 AM UTC
The weight of your body on my chest
Limbs tangled, head on breast
Gentle exhale. Hair tickles my face
You enrapture me in every way; your touch, smell and taste
Scatter tiny galaxies with each kiss
Warm fuzzy golden bliss
Jun 29, 2019
Jun 29, 2019 at 2:52 PM UTC
The system Broke you
Without a scratch
Or a scar to show for it
You were vivacious creature full of the joys of life
But you just got quieter
that’s what they wanted
Isn’t it?
that system made you submit
It forced you to conform
It twisted your mind and contorted your soul
Into its little box
its perfect padded cells with cast iron locks
Say what you feel
But only it’s it’s correct
Speak your truth
As long as it’s what the memo says
They tell you they’ll give you an education
But it’s never what you’d expect
They take your soul
didn’t you read the small text?
Jun 17, 2019
Jun 17, 2019 at 2:38 PM UTC
Eight months ago a roll of expired film turned my whole world purple and I began speaking in rays of light instead of words.
And there I sat in amongst the thorny thistle mats of violet and green and silver-grey clouds
And I wondered how in this world of endless colour anyone could feel so overwhelmingly blue
But sometimes the blue absorbs you
Or you just seem to see the blue in all the other colours too
And it seeps into your purple world
And it seeps into your dreams and clings to your skin and seeps and clings and seeps
But blue has its place
Blue is beautiful, interesting, and full of soul and wonder
We have blue days just like we have purple days and orange days and gold
Sometimes we find someone or something that makes our blue days feel like spring
And together you sit back and admire the beauty in the blue
Or sometimes, most times, that person is you because at the end of the day you know your blue better than anyone else
So cut yourself some slack and love your blue
It’s just trying it’s best to be a colour and you’re just trying your best to be
Jun 17, 2019
Jun 17, 2019 at 2:25 PM UTC
Tend to me
Like a thirsty garden once forgotten
Sing to me
Like a crying infant, pure and innocent
Hug me
Like an old friend years after
Look at me
Like an abstract painting, more complex with each glance
Touch me
Like the the cold steel strings of your guitar
Love me
Like you did before
Jun 17, 2019
Jun 17, 2019 at 2:19 PM UTC