You are our new favorite swear word.
Noun: A tool.
They have stopped existing in shades of Lavender - hearts don’t get sent anymore.
And no one wants to read a love poem.
Or see a Colored Girl’s Rainbow bowed broken
beneath the weight of the egotistic.
The simplistic.
Residing in kingdoms of accusation
heartbreaks - a spectrum of Mauve. But they don't send hearts - anymore.
It's a hashtag - an anniversary. Let
them right it - your tombstone: Hear lies
a label maker - Heartless
promise breaker - Liar who lay in wait
bruise colored suicide, bombing hope - wrapped up in hate. Rumor has it, we don't send hearts anymore.
Or scream. Or speak. Blocked
your throat – and ceased to exist.
and no matter how much we beg, do not feed the lion.
You only accept amethyst stained hearts anyway.
Dec 19, 2018
Dec 19, 2018 at 4:30 PM UTC
When the darkness came,
They all forgot light -
fear seems to suffocate
and what’s left is not right.
They held their fist
back lashed in what
They know, set aside their freedom
and forgot that They could glow.
Dec 8, 2017
Dec 8, 2017 at 1:27 AM UTC
Hang me.
By my tongue from
the Tree of Life.
Repeat to me
definitions of equality.
Let injustice drip
honey from my fingers
to remind me of purity
that comes.
Color,
let Eve curse
and Adam condemn
no man of his.
Baptised in red of
the read,
bathed in consciousness:
what difference
looks
like.
Know companion.
No compassion.
Syllables strangled
sensitivity,
the rawness of
Rope. Burn. Words
ask again
what it looks like.
Aug 21, 2017
Aug 21, 2017 at 3:00 AM UTC
Silent
is the barred mind
of a Girl
of a Boy.
Colored prints
of my colored prints,
and America wasn’t great
to those whose hands build it.
And their anthem plays on,
disguising detestation as protection
resentful the Sun’s
never made love to their complexion.
Nov 11, 2016
Nov 11, 2016 at 7:09 PM UTC
And I fell
for all the things I imagined
She would be,
and that girl
wonders how to love the one
She became.
Oct 29, 2016
Oct 29, 2016 at 8:15 PM UTC
Shh, listen.
Did you hear it?
Its disturbing echo
inching down your spine.
Its chilling breath at the
nape of your neck.
Snaking through my mind,
creeping in like fog.
Seeping through the floor,
spilling secrets like blood.
Sounds of a clock
muffled by cotton.
Cloaked, it hammers
growing louder.
Can’t you hear it?
The thumping it emits.
Shuddering through my frame,
suffocation, blame!
It’s growing louder!
Uttering secrets only I know.
Acute are the senses
that hear its woe.
Pounding away all thoughts,
persistent, Its haunts.
Shattering midnight it stalks,
nightmarish pillow talk.
It grows, my skin pales.
louder and louder it wales!
A dead man’s heart yells,
telling its tale.
Say that I am mad, do you?
If only you knew,
I hear things in hell, it’s true.
Don’t you hear it too?
Nov 14, 2015
Nov 14, 2015 at 4:24 PM UTC
Air
still.
City ablaze with light,
and souls.
And an acoustic guitar
Echoing
molten words
an unfamiliar language of a
Melody’s essence awakening.
Inhale.
Nov 14, 2015
Nov 14, 2015 at 4:12 PM UTC
Your name drips
honey from my lips,
I'm addicted.
Your touch, rushes
through my veins
I can barely stand.
You breathe into me
sustaining, the life
of an Angel lost.
The tips of our fingers
touch and I'm drunk,
on the sensation your
essense brings.
Awakening my soul.
Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 9:56 PM UTC
With outstretched eyes
and open hands
we ceased to become,
I exhaled existence
and you, perpetrated fear
hope could not sustain us.
Revolve around your galaxies
Supernovas, enemies
and I'll continue
breathing on my own.
Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 9:35 PM UTC
Too A.M.
Electric, as laughter statics to music
and stars battle, self-consciously
refusing to be outshined.
Glowing, fires
an Italian moon
of the countryside
whispers, for a moment.
and forever is now,
and the Moirai dance
and the moon, bewitched
and souls intertwined.
Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 9:34 PM UTC