sometimes you feel as though you were sloppily constructed
the wires in your brain not quite right,
your eyes, blurry haze, where is the world
Dec 30, 2020
Dec 30, 2020 at 3:20 PM UTC
the moon was full and bright
the clouds hung low and close to each other
akin to marble, rippling,
filtering the luminous glow from the night
a slight chill in the air
the noises of society, here and there, now and then
piercing the raw, beautiful silence
and the serene, presence of being
a reminder that life is moving all around us
even in those moments most quiet
even if we are not ready or capable
even if we feel lost and empty and alone.
it still flows and goes its own way at its own pace
we must listen and feel every bit of it
we must flow and ride the waves
even when they are crashing and we go under.
Dec 30, 2020
Dec 30, 2020 at 12:43 AM UTC
Something said is not always something felt.
You learn that the hard way.
Time does not always heal old wounds,
it opens them so they are gaping
and it swallows everything.
Processing is still ongoing, in the middle
or maybe closer to the beginning.
New dissonance arrives and clogs up the line.
There is too much in your head at this time.
Incapable and unable to properly deal,
you are emotionally unavailable and unwilling.
You would rather be alone than be here.
You don't feel what you should feel.
You don't act in the way you feel you should and you have in the past.
You feel uncomfortable.
So you let me go because you have work to do.
And I cannot wait for you to love me in the way I should be.
Dec 26, 2020
Dec 26, 2020 at 12:53 PM UTC
The rain has let up. The sun somehow trudged into view earlier, weaving its way in between the clouds.
A mere glimpse and glint of its rays. Eventually they overtook the sun, hastily ensuring that it would
not be the star it was meant to be. The clouds are now idly sitting, whispering to each other.
You can feel their murmurs brushing your arms, your legs, your hair. "The breeze sure does feel nice" you think.
Jun 22, 2017
Jun 22, 2017 at 9:39 PM UTC
Don't think about the house you last occupied
your room blue, like the ocean you used to frequent
countless memories made being taken away
you thought you would have them forever
but mom couldn't pay the bills anymore
a volcano once dormant is now a lioness
waiting, crouching, circling its prey
an eruption occurs,the lava is scorching and fast
only 35 days remain until the ashes settle
and everything that once was is now a faint memory
Don't think about how in the past few months
your alcohol consumption has increased
barely arriving into the next day without having had a drink
you know your family has had a history
but you choose to ignore the signs pointing towards that possible demise
will you become just another number, just another stupid ******* ****
who can't get their life together
instead turning to the only thing that makes you forget how lonely you feel at two in the morning when there's nothing left but the silence.
Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 1:13 AM UTC
i ache for blues and reds
tones of flesh
a sense of touch
not of this world
bursting like
water through a ****
uncontrollable
unfettered
Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 1:35 AM UTC
Last night the personal space
of a girl wasted was taken away
by a wasted boy who thought it was ok
to slip his hand in her pants
in disrespect of the room he was in
Last night an old friend was called upon
to mend the wounds of a girl
left on the bathroom floor
unable to control the tremors inside
and a fountain rising out of her
Last night I laid witness to the perpetuation
of what we now call **** culture"
and even if it was not ****
because he did not penetrate her
she still did not want anyone but her
touching what was rightfully hers
Last night a girl was told that it was partly her fault
because she decided she wanted to be drunk
and I forgot to lock the door to my room
where I had put her to bed so she could sleep.
Last night a girl was told it was her fault
and it was not
May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 1:31 AM UTC
you're a piece of flesh
classified taxonomically
prancing around
pressed suits and Rolex watches
**** sapien, "wise being"
how huge your ego must be
to claim you are the wise one,
mighty one, oh how silly
fixated upon pieces of paper,
a means to an end
lost sight of those who haven't been dealt
these cards of privilege.
placed above "best friend", all others
cages filled with your brothers for entertainment
cruel to others inhabiting the same space
taking, taking, taking
you have not given back
parasite.
Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 2:14 PM UTC
flesh against flesh, its been over a year
since someone sketched the world onto my skin
discovering moles upon my breast
and bruises on thighs
the salty taste of another
lost, the days pass
when
Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 2:05 PM UTC
with you, the air was light
i was a being with radiating joy
shining outward, coalescing inward
we were full of food, rubbing tummies with our clothes on
the sun never shined so bright
the moon never lacked in light
with you, the air was heavy
i was a being bogged down by angst
the quarter-life crisis kind
we were guts full of beer, loners making beds with each other
the night was always ours to keep
the days full of bittersweet leaves
but there was never any love
and I learned to know what wasn't
Feb 5, 2014
Feb 5, 2014 at 11:01 AM UTC