I can learn to love me,
even when I am sick of this tight skin.
My mind is playing enemy,
please look at me.
I keep cursing fantasy and reality-
folded photos reeking of sin
Crazed tongues keep me from
loving my skin
Nov 13, 2015
Nov 13, 2015 at 9:22 AM UTC
And even the merciful threw stones at the Moon, cursing her twinkling freckles
She has love for all amongst her cold kisses and permafrost breath.
Devoted to the the Sun, they danced in his heat with swords drawn too- fumbling over rain as if they have never seen a man cry before.
The Sun and Moon thrive for likeness of the other, but they won't meet till a dull day
shaken
shaken
shaken
by the gods who threw stones
Nov 13, 2015
Nov 13, 2015 at 1:02 AM UTC
“ Im sorry there isn’t anything we can do but file a report”
suffocated by his biased glare,
“you could get motion sensor lights?”
But how is that going to protect me from the slurs I hear just from pumping gas?
Or walking the street late at night?
Or even when I’m being followed?
Or the pictures of my house written in human ****
******
**** you”
*****
**** yourself”
The police never patrolled my neighborhood,
But it wasn’t the first time I experienced it.
Knife to my face, I was told to get on the ground.
In the middle of the day at a park-- I was fourteen.
I ran as fast as I could
But it wasn’t the first time I experienced it.
“Marriage is between a man and a woman” as she set Webster’s dictionary down,
a tilted head juxtapose to her accusations.
“And it won’t be discussed any further”
An Educator? Refraining from talking about new ideas-
Doesn’t make sense.
But it wasn’t the first time I experienced it.
I was stronger than eternal sleep’s beckoning,
But she did have some good points.
Living life in constant fear
The sickness that they passed to me Now festers in the pit of my stomach
Quietly.
But this was the first time I felt hatred.
Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 8:13 PM UTC
They said i should not scream.
But, i had to learn now.
"teasing"
"teaching"
Tortured tongues caged in veneer jail bars,
yearning to walk free.
Let the ripe words of my ancestors dance up my throat
and fall,
fall flat into your hands pretending like it's an every day occurrence.
Recycling my words to new ears.
like you said,
you were "teaching"
Sep 30, 2015
Sep 30, 2015 at 12:28 PM UTC
From fingertips to nose--
numb
I am rubber From each cigarette induced tooth ache.
Rampant twirling tongues and ravished knees
cold
Sep 24, 2015
Sep 24, 2015 at 1:57 AM UTC
Each morning I wake up more alone than before
Hoping it was some
Drug-induced dream
But I wake up alone
Ive never felt a gentle touch
Stroking my feelings
Kissing my brain
Holding my confidence proudly
Ive never felt a gentle touch
And it gets to you
*I will never feel a gentle touch*
Because im not worth anyone’s time
Or patience
Or breathe
Or thought
Because I roll over on my side everyday
And wake up more alone than before
Sep 18, 2015
Sep 18, 2015 at 11:47 PM UTC
When I was 6,
For Christmas
I wanted a nail polish set
That is for GIRLS
My mother shrilled
When I was 7
My parents found me in
A glittering princess dress
I had felt beautiful
You are a boy
Boys don’t wear dresses
Oh and when I cried
Boys don’t cry
Boys don’t cry
*Boys do not cry*
Because crying is
For the weak and only
Girls cry
Showing emotion is
A flaw but I’m
Designed for flaws
From the beginning
Buffy the Vampire Slayer was
My idol and Fran Dresher
Was my mom
Women are treated as
A lesser being and
As an insult
And I’m sorry
I’m so sorry that I have
Enough respect for women that
I want to be in tune with
Myself and that
I looked up to women during
My childhood
Was surrounded by
Athena’s and Medusa’s making
Men kneel before them because
Women have a key
To unlock their souls
Women are warriors
And I want to be
A warrior
Sep 18, 2015
Sep 18, 2015 at 2:23 PM UTC
Everyone armed
Oral ammunition
Taking easy shots
Not a one missing
******
******
******
Pop
Pop
Pop
I want to hear the music
That finally ends my silence
Im not a ******
Im the ******
Im the one your
****** promiscuity peaks
You know your Mom
Has suspicions
Trying to tip toe
And sneak
around the
Subject at hand
Im a man and bleed like you
Rouge in water
Wine stained teeth ready
For my end of days
Because I can hear it
Whirling down throat
Sep 16, 2015
Sep 16, 2015 at 5:31 PM UTC
Anxiety through the roof
Sweaty shakey palms
Concentrated sweat
wiping X’s off my hands
To get glass of Jack
And lean back and relax
Another ****** relapse
Of the mind losing my time
Another ******* pointless line packed up
Like im homebound passed the
Disease around
With more depression and stress
In my legs quivering
Knee caps busted
nitroglycerin
combustion in my chest
Because no one is ******* listening
Sep 16, 2015
Sep 16, 2015 at 2:57 PM UTC
Hands clasp perfectly together
A grip can’t be broken
Flawless face drenched in auburn silk
Cold eyes engulfed by charcoal-dipped cotton, searing a gaze into memories
Skin softer than water
Each touch painting off-toned purples and greens
Lips quiver in excitement
Jaw clenched tighter with each painful glare
One walks free
One forever marked
Sep 16, 2015
Sep 16, 2015 at 2:35 PM UTC