I want to be baptized
Though not by God’s hands
I want to become an entire ocean
And feel my body crash onto shore
As the tides come in
I will fade into their timing
Because to be an ocean
Is to be a ruler
Of boundless horizons
Of blue
And bodies
Clinging to the depths
Of someone they’ve been trying to uncover
Though remnants lay
My soul travels onward
To different seas
All parts of me
Mar 3, 2022
Mar 3, 2022 at 7:36 PM UTC
It’s only ***
Per the instructions
That are always set aside
Labeled as a “Hazard”
Labeled “Keep Away From Children”
Labeled “Call 1-800-222-1222”
I am at work
She asks me for help
“I’m looking for…”
And I respond “I’m also looking”
In the dressing room are strewn clothes
My bedroom looks the same
Yet I clean
But in my room
I can’t seem to bend or hang
Because it’s another reminder
Of something that could have been
The women shopping pay no mind
Even though I know
They scream just as much as I do
Because garments
Are the only tangible weapon
To cover the disgraces
That others often ensue
But it’s only ***
And my rage is only a symptom
Of something only God has made
Because only His blood
Is ours to bear
Jan 30, 2022
Jan 30, 2022 at 8:47 PM UTC
a pit can only grow
when chemical weathering is
its only mechanism
burrowed in chest cavities
a home for ants
to dig and delve
into my lungs
and the soot blackens
what was once pink and ripe and lush
i think of hemingway
and his shadows
when he said there is a nice clean place
and i think back to where heaven was
even then amongst the gravel
but each day
i am met with the agony of ant bites
lingering and red and itchy
and the pit keeps growing
like an epidemic devoid of control
so i sit here
in silence
and now i let the ants take their turn to feed on me
because it is only fair
to let them devour me
in the way i have devoured you
Dec 19, 2021
Dec 19, 2021 at 7:16 PM UTC
I feel you cradle me, and I watch,
as you set aside warmed milk,
onto the bruised counter.
I tried yelling out to God,
but you thought it best
to hush me
with a molded pacifier.
I spat on you, in resistance
as my mouth is left
with the taste of
iniquity;
my face, crimson and
boiling,
and yet, you decide
to sing your hymns.
I responded in Tongues,
in hopes of your praise.
But, you only took
my words as babble.
You take me to the den,
to lay my body;
though I hung,
and spread my arms,
as did He
while persecuted.
Once placed,
you swaddle me
with the wool
of Abraham's sacrifice.
I then decide
to sit myself
up,
my back pressed against
chipped, wooden bars.
My eyes averted
to the heavens
and with vengeance
I spurt out:
Do we, only we,
praise the creator?
Or does the creator
praise us?
Sep 23, 2021
Sep 23, 2021 at 11:27 PM UTC
It is hard to say
Why these strings
of three were intertwined.
But for some
mysterious and
miraculous reason,
God made
sure we were alive -
Just in time,
To hold hands,
And pray,
amidst the fog.
Jun 4, 2021
Jun 4, 2021 at 12:20 AM UTC
And now let us sit eye to eye
As our gaze pierces parallel
To the chairs below us
Let us reach our hands
Across a small, square table
And walk across the Great Wall of China
Where we can meet again
For our last embrace
May 4, 2021
May 4, 2021 at 7:36 PM UTC
And as the silver rain streams
And as the birds begin to allay
I remember spring
And all her glory
Like the small puddles
Mirroring the grey
A world is nestled there
Soft and blooming
Apr 1, 2021
Apr 1, 2021 at 10:53 PM UTC
my head has been
spiraling
for days
i can taste
what was once
fruitful
but now
the rations have rotted
i’m just a person
with needs
suffering
endlessly
i try to subdue
the fire
but i am the
arson
though with ash
comes the
rebirth of fertile soil
i play God
Feb 13, 2021
Feb 13, 2021 at 10:23 PM UTC
how do i witness these seasons again,
without you, the one who changes them.
Oct 19, 2020
Oct 19, 2020 at 3:31 AM UTC
now it’s broken bliss,
as my blood pours over from yesterday.
never finding solace from god,
he tore my flesh away.
Sep 15, 2020
Sep 15, 2020 at 12:39 PM UTC