Above everything,
I seek love.
What is the point of life without it?
Mar 3, 2017
Mar 3, 2017 at 6:57 PM UTC
I don't let people touch me.
It's been so long I almost forgot.
Your fingers down my back,
My eyes roll into thought.
Pouting like a child
I can't have that all the time
Wish I could show you
how you stimulate my mind.
To be absent from the world,
Two bodies tangled,
I don't want it to ever end.
Mar 2, 2017
Mar 2, 2017 at 6:14 PM UTC
Trapped inside a human body,
A rose with extra thorns,
A victim of a world that didn't care that she was born.
Rebirth served her well,
Now her spirit is not as torn.
Strength grew like weeds under the armor she'd worn.
Feb 28, 2017
Feb 28, 2017 at 10:41 PM UTC
Can you say you still love her
if you left her behind?
Are you allowed to ache over life
When you never gave a **** about mine?
Can you call yourself a father
If you never respond?
I can see it now.
You living in the delusion
That youre a good man,
And that God loves you back.
Or that God will save you in general.
Or that someone like you
would even deserve it.
I don't need religion to tell me,
Your God also knows you're a liar.
THAT, you cannot hide from "him".
Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 3:19 PM UTC
I just want to be one with the earth,
I ache for home in this concrete.
Weeds are faith
In a black and white world.
Aug 22, 2016
Aug 22, 2016 at 3:37 AM UTC
I amuse myself.
I caught feelings for the store brand.
Not the one for me
But instead a knock off copy.
Everything close
But nowhere near as magnetic
As the one that's meant to have me.
Aug 17, 2016
Aug 17, 2016 at 9:11 AM UTC
He didn't learn anything
So Ive let him go.
Remove what ails you,
No need to be unclean.
You are worth everything.
Aug 12, 2016
Aug 12, 2016 at 6:45 AM UTC
Energy leaking from my pores,
Kicking and screaming.
My body is a prison sometimes.
Clothing is entrapment.
Enough passion to paint a town,
Starving for a rush,
Clinging onto every crush
Sensual skin.
I live again.
Not blemish free, but beautiful.
Aug 9, 2016
Aug 9, 2016 at 8:29 PM UTC
I guess I'll be running on less sleep today.
Hold my head up firmly
As predictability passes
Over and over again
Until I am old.
Aug 9, 2016
Aug 9, 2016 at 11:52 AM UTC
Insomnia is making my brain independent from my wants.
I want to meet my pillow
But my thoughts still haunt.
Aug 9, 2016
Aug 9, 2016 at 4:30 AM UTC