Oceans do not do justice
the depths my feelings reach for you.
Whether in admiration, or hatred.
they penetrate the deep corners of my mind
and linger.
Manipulating my once
rose colored glasses, that have now turned green.
Aug 18, 2019
Aug 18, 2019 at 2:30 AM UTC
The truth is very cold, freezing almost.
Especially once i mistook it
all in an amber hue,
a warm disposition.
Now I see it has always been iced.
dressed in a sad shine
deep cracks, and clouded sensitivities.
I blindly thought we were bursting
in a beautiful fire
dancing on the embers of longevity,
burning for eternities.
I thought the ashes could never catch up to us.
But we were never on fire.
Only I, in a hypothermic solitude
dreaming of a faraway, beautiful warmth
twisted passion:
as a means of an escape.
Aug 18, 2019
Aug 18, 2019 at 2:27 AM UTC
but these are blooming thoughts,
so treat them as so—
admire their beauty as they continue to grow
slowly but surely,
we will come to know
if our love is a white or red colored rose.
Aug 18, 2019
Aug 18, 2019 at 2:21 AM UTC
I know you know.
That you can’t say
what you have to.
And i can feel the thunder,
the magma, the gas
boiling inside the whites of your eyes.
I feel the lack
of a feeling i felt when
we were once
dancing on water.
But now we sink.
Deep, Deep, Deep.
Until we hit the bottom.
Aug 18, 2019
Aug 18, 2019 at 2:15 AM UTC
Soft like glass.
I am doe-eyed,
stuck between the future and the past.
Smooth, transparent, yet fragile
let me fall
and i promise to shatter
all over me
all over you.
Until we are both red-stained,
blotchy
tear-soaked,
and nauseous.
Soft like glass.
I am running
between the future and the past.
Dec 7, 2018
Dec 7, 2018 at 9:01 PM UTC
Shift.
And your eyes meet mine,
brown meets brown mixes
double the intensity
We are sweet, innocent
we melt in the heat.
Chocolate.
Shift.
My tongue against yours
a minty fresh communion
You are enticing, inviting
you love me freely
Peace.
Shift.
Our voices seem to overlap
more often than not
And it’s freezing
I’m shivering, i’m alone
Ice.
Sep 22, 2018
Sep 22, 2018 at 1:56 AM UTC
Bug bitten and red
I wrestle with time and
plead with the dead
Give me the answers
for the voices
in my head
Blue and green bruise
i’m shaking with anxiety
before hearing the news
Lead me to a place
of peace
where I can feel free
Scarred, burned, and ******
give my shadowed thoughts
a run for their money.
Sep 22, 2018
Sep 22, 2018 at 1:48 AM UTC
Simmering down
to an unnoticed lull.
A null state of being,
a dormant volcano.
Though the magma boils
deep, deep, deep inside—
on the surface it is cold.
icy.
ignored.
The fire, it burns solo.
Once sharing the electric eruption
with the charming atmosphere—
letting go,
feeling, for once.
Now,
lays low.
Boiling hot— burning the inside.
internally combusting.
suicide.
Sep 19, 2018
Sep 19, 2018 at 12:51 AM UTC
I am surrounded by red, beating walls
that cast violent shadows on my skin
and threaten bruises with each beat.
Inside, it is deafening.
I cannot hear myself breathe
though, these gory walls shrink my lungs
and throw me into a dark red sleep.
Aug 25, 2018
Aug 25, 2018 at 12:31 AM UTC
The T shirt is grand.
A medium muted blue, with delicate speckles of gray—
and white accents.
Its dark red stains dress under my arm
to the side of my breast.
White paint smeared on the bottom right
unevenly.
It fits over my legs when i don’t want to exist.
It’s the costume for the time being
fit for a queen like me
May 7, 2018
May 7, 2018 at 5:05 AM UTC