death sentence on a line
holding your breath to nine
a flame once burning bright
fingertips apart, into the ashes i die
May 6, 2020
May 6, 2020 at 5:38 PM UTC
and for so long I hid
my fingertips
stained by the ashes
you hold them with yours, anyway.
May 6, 2020
May 6, 2020 at 5:26 PM UTC
the world was a blaring red
the hue my cheeks used to bare
now i linger, crushed
in the standing crowd
afraid of getting home
knowing that it's void
—of love.
—of you.
May 6, 2020
May 6, 2020 at 5:24 PM UTC
She ran the red lights
the same hue as her cheeks
with the wildest grin
she's had in weeks
giddy to get home
just to talk more
only with you
May 6, 2020
May 6, 2020 at 5:23 PM UTC
Their defenseless body and faces
passed onto trusted men
and after broken promises
consumed by wicked fiend
is this what you call harmless fun?
May 6, 2020
May 6, 2020 at 5:21 PM UTC
the adrenaline hisses
like a candle blown
the cheers
the smiles
all fleeting
and i am endeared no longer
May 6, 2020
May 6, 2020 at 5:16 PM UTC
I know of a small town girl with dreams of
red carpets and theater hits, maybe
shelves out of stock from bottom to top
or halls with framed portraits of the sea—
the crowds drowning, washed away
to worlds that words can not portray
A shame, she grew, this brilliant girl
stuck between youthful dreams,
and the violent whirl
of what to do and where to pluck
the food to fill her empty gut
Feb 5, 2020
Feb 5, 2020 at 8:15 AM UTC
My ears are burning up
I'm running out of breath
Is this love?
or maybe death?
—Just two friends in a theatre
with one falling for the other
Dec 15, 2019
Dec 15, 2019 at 12:05 PM UTC
Perfection exists
in the form of blue eyes
two arm thick waists
and Malibu skies
Perfection exists
in thick sultry words
free of fallacy
too undeterred
What is good?
What is true?
Is it raw?
Is it you?
Away from your screens
Is it fleeting? Does it linger?
(Perfection exists—
not any longer)
Dec 15, 2019
Dec 15, 2019 at 7:43 AM UTC