Closing my eyes, I sit on my chair with tea,
sipping and cupping my chai with please.
Its cinnamon scent wafts through the air,
sending pleasant shivers everywhere.
Hints of cardamon slide down my throat with ease,
the musky mix of spices and black tea.
Slowly, I release my back to rest comfortably,
on the back of the old chair, that my mother gave me.
Jun 5, 2018
Jun 5, 2018 at 3:45 AM UTC
Sometimes I wish I really was a bin.
Trash could fill my surrounds, and in.
******* would be in my mind,
I sometimes I could hope,
that a coin
might land
inside
.
May 24, 2018
May 24, 2018 at 10:36 PM UTC
Sticky scent arouses my head
Through my spine and down my neck
In my chest is where it goes next
This stickiness is now everywhere
****
May 24, 2018
May 24, 2018 at 7:50 PM UTC
A fire in my heart,
A fire in my soul,
And I fire in my belly,
When I eat coal.
May 24, 2018
May 24, 2018 at 1:52 AM UTC
My baby got cakes,
and I want pan
But they only got cakes
so instead, I eat sand
May 23, 2018
May 23, 2018 at 9:43 PM UTC
My Olive Beef comes from my grief
Up my feet and into my teeth
In my stomach is where is lies,
Until it resides, is when I die.
Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 7:52 PM UTC