*Throughout
our lives
we try to
win over the
hearts
of
others
But,
sometimes
the
hardest person
of all
to
love is
yourself*
May 7, 2016
May 7, 2016 at 9:55 AM UTC
You.
I love you.
I love your voice, your laughter, and your eyes.
You.
Your presence makes me feel safe.
You.
I crave your lips against mine underneath the soft moonlight.
You.
I want you to hold me as we stare at the sky.
You.
I want to wake up to your tired blue eyes every morning.
You.
I fall in love with your smile everyday.
You.
I want to hold your hand as tight as I possibly can.
You.
I want to fall asleep in your arms as you whisper sweet lullabies in my ear.
May 7, 2016
May 7, 2016 at 9:55 AM UTC
The winds in this cosmic land so turbulent,
They blow hard feet off the ground head spinning,
Then before you relax they change direction
Drastically always, but with improved clarity of vision
At least I can see a few minutes ahead.
Why helps accept the What
And I am in it, I fly with lost birds
Insects, bits of dried flowers, teeth and shredded notes
No smoking caterpillars to give advice
No red queens to punish and control
No rabbit to fear the ending of time
Only whispers of the Hatter
Living in both of us seeking
Uncertainty of growing into magical mystery
Called your soul. I see it, saw it in your humble accidental smile,
And we will meet again when mirrors dissipate.
My brother, sister, alter ego, strange encounter
I wish you well and you can count on that.
May 7, 2016
May 7, 2016 at 9:55 AM UTC
I’ve been questioned on
my late night walks,
why do I do it?
the repetitive cracks
sing hedonist soliloquies
at every avoidance,
the streetlights eat away
at forfeiting darkness,
vomiting garbage cans
spew synthetic carrion
and winking storefronts
****** nightfallers,
trash kissing curbs
pushing away affection
cry out for help,
cigarette butts cloud
sandy sidewalks
and hug dragging soles,
passing cars and
mindless youth
spewing timeless
nothings out car windows,
cop cars and crisis topped
middle-agers stumbling their way
to fast food and
regretful forenoons,
I’ve been questioned
on where I’m walking to,
but never what I’m walking from,
no matter where I go,
I find myself
burning my throat
with coffee at 2am
May 7, 2016
May 7, 2016 at 9:55 AM UTC
I heard about them
'bout your cries
'bout your weepings
and your tears
I've heard about them
bumping into everything
on the sleek narrow bridge
on the frail dock by the bay
on the gutter when it rains
I've heard about these
muffled screams below
the sheets
and silent sobs
beneath the moonlight
and the pitch black
darkness of tonight
I've heard about you, too
walking through the
sharpest stones
limping through
the darkest shores
drowning yourself
in deepest points
of misery
As I step up
close to them
on those gloomy
sights of yours
and let myself be
lost in the agony
of the tune that
you keep humming
through the doors,
I felt the worst
There, in that very moment,
I've heard just one solo cry
One so devastating
One so heartbreaking
And in that one moment
I know just the reason
—and that reason is me.
May 7, 2016
May 7, 2016 at 9:54 AM UTC
i like angry poetry
the kind that churns
in your gut,
with razors for teeth
and gums bleeding.
i like the violent sound
of verbs clashing
on a decaying page,
like the shot of a gun
on a quiet day.
i like the poetry that stays,
that lies in waiting
like a dog in a cage,
words that creep like
voided birds into the
wired tress of my brain,
that pay their rent
like drunken travelers
and trash the place.
i like angry poetry
the kind that sears it's
screams to my lips,
which spirit echoes and
moans for eager,
****** eyes.
words that hit like *****
giving their reader
a killer hangover.
i like angry poetry,
the kind that leave you
with a smoky exit.
Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 5:40 PM UTC
Sometimes I wish I could
just puke up all these feelings
Squelch them under my foot
like the bugs they are.
I would scream into every
empty void if only to get a
voice to shout back.
I would cut open every heart
if only to take away the pain.
But feelings fade, and you
think after all you aren't insane,
until they come racing back again.
And you don't know if
you're quite done trying,
whether or not you should
rot into that dark place, and
finally accept your fate.
Mar 31, 2016
Mar 31, 2016 at 12:25 PM UTC
I wish I could hate you
I honestly do
Then maybe I'd eat something
Or perhaps I'd feel something
I love you though
I wish I could stop
I wish I didn't stress myself out
Trying to be everything you want
I wish that I wasn't depressed
Maybe I would've been
I wish I could **** myself.
I wish I didn't have to remember your embrace.
I wish I could still have it.
It was never mine.
It's not like I was important enough to be given that.
I'm gonna start drinking again
I don't care
Let me waste away.
I don't want to hate you but I wish I could to help me mend
Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 10:41 AM UTC
in the blinding night
waves are grievings,
my moonlit heart crush,
in the flesh voids
are momentary crashes,
i wait out night in wails,
bereft of you
*and moon is all - the only light,
i face my ghostly white accuser*
waves hit the shore
alone, speechless,
my endless sentences,
waves hit the shore
in solitary crashes,
i serve my time alone,
bereft of you
*and moon is all - the only light,
i face my ghostly white accuser*
Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 10:40 AM UTC
I felt your envious eyes,
whisper tales of my true rank in life.
Untouchable, the dirt you wouldn't
grace your spit with.
A well fabricated quilt of lies.
To smother my heart and hold it
captive in the fires.
Of pure narcissism and self hatred.
Long after you left me here.
May our souls both find their peace.
Respectfully and may our hearts as dark and broken as they may be.
Mend themselves in the warmth, love and truth of the Sun once more.
Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 10:40 AM UTC