I am nature.
I am tidal waves.
I am a doe surrounded in a flowered clearing.
I am a pack of vicious, snarling dogs.
I am fear.
I am always reacting with flight.
I am an Arctic freeze.
I am a ***** in heat.
I am thawed.
I am flood.
I am the wood of a madman’s arc.
I am what brought you here.
I am what rots away.
Dec 31, 2024
Dec 31, 2024 at 12:41 PM UTC
Your dress was plum;
although, my fantasies remember Maroon.
Dancing in God’s house, you moved like scripta,
and I burned like the sinner’s hands.
Had you blushed near me again, I was going
to hold it against myself.
Thrice removed
(grief-stricken) and held against him,
I am empty of you.
But not yet extinguished from your singe of interest,
of your reading me like The Price of Salt.
Wondering, suppose I call, if your
arrival would be the difference of a few vowels.
Divine intervention, master of my curiosity,
I spend my evenings drunk on forbidden fruits.
Pardon my chaos talking in triangles–
of lust’s longing in color–
our tortured poet already said it best.
Sep 15, 2024
Sep 15, 2024 at 4:27 PM UTC
poetry is a business with
finger-snap appraisals
that thrives on how
much I hate myself
Sep 3, 2018
Sep 3, 2018 at 8:58 PM UTC
silver spoons
singe privilege
hungry, wolves
steal copper
for the thief's
wife and their sons
24k gold in her
eyes, attracting
common men--
all fools.
Sep 2, 2018
Sep 2, 2018 at 3:15 PM UTC
brought bones to
a gun fight,
cartilage and
cartridges.
/
Does the rope
around my ankles
make me look fat?
Aug 27, 2018
Aug 27, 2018 at 11:41 AM UTC
the k nine & its teeth agree
that tender meat is better raw.
a land under one primal god-
his face slipped into ***** hands;
folded in grocery lines.
at a 24/7 gas station buying a
carton of a mother's hard work
cheaper by the dozen but i can't
sell mine; **** this ****** biology
it makes for another product taxed
and builds another landfill. I'm
stocked with candies i didn't want
to buy myself. It happened two
nights ago by myself in bare sunlight;
an ugly mess a day can make.
unaware of myself
the gawking
something about a man and those
repetitive hungry eyes.
where have i seen those hungry eyes?
the family dinner of twenty seventeen
and the serialization of a girl and her
father and then every day after. straw
berry kool aid will never be the same:
nostalgia is not who she used to be.
my ex boyfriend says he can't feel
sympathy for the opposite ***
because he isn't a woman & that's
why he's a ****** and life
***** me over
Jul 31, 2018
Jul 31, 2018 at 10:56 PM UTC
i don't sleep well anymore
i am lying to my friends
because there’s nothing
better to do
i make music with my teeth-
my therapist listens with
enthusiasm- she must have
pre-ordered from itunes
the mirror told me a joke
and i was the punch line
i don’t laugh at ****** knuckles,
only stitches and their optimism
did you know an octopus
has 3 hearts and its probably
Because we lovely few keep
throwing cardiac glances
to cerulean eyes
i make mistakes
im going to get a phD
in loving myself outrageously
so i can stop writing ****** poetry
Instead i’ll count sheep and the
hours im never getting back
i don’t sleep well anymore
May 14, 2018
May 14, 2018 at 1:17 AM UTC
congestion of a lung-
the left one that he can live
without;
sans the pareidolia, what is
this organic machine?
maybe a
fool weakened by
failure of finding the
force in front of him.
having waited this millenium
after Archimedes,
subtraction has
become the reaper
of the living man: one who
doesn’t need his eyes to
find his feet wet from Styx.
May 11, 2018
May 11, 2018 at 11:44 PM UTC
it doesn't make any sense.
look at her anatomy, for example-
he still can't understand it.
Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 6:05 PM UTC
and if i die naked
from exposure,
left only with my claws,
may my stomach
be filled with her flesh;
heart sour.
Both of us now equals
Apr 5, 2018
Apr 5, 2018 at 5:23 PM UTC