he was the sort of person
who chased
loose flyers down the road
hoping for a lost letter
some lover must have wrote
he was the sort of person
who could not
sleep with an IV drip
dug deep into his arm
he could not move
or run away
from nightmares
that
were not his.
May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 3:48 PM UTC
she was the sort of person
who ran
into glass walls
searching of a lover
who slept miles away
she was the sort of person
who could not
flip the pillow
over to the cooler side
she could not hug it
and tell herself
that
everything
was fine.
May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 3:40 PM UTC
3.
i like to think of us
as infinite
cosmic
in proportion
measureless by any means
individual supernovas
greeting each other
igniting simultaneously
it was
compression
from which we were freed
and
when curious scientists
ventured
into oblivion
we were brighter
than any shining star
in the sky
glow worms
illuminating
the walls
of sunken caves
hidden somewhere
peaceful and ruined
like Atlantis
or
(maybe all these metaphors
are just stories to
secretly tell you
this is how i lose lose myself in your stare
it is what i see
tenderly sprouting
in your eyes)
May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 8:07 AM UTC
2.
i like to think of us
as inseparable
thicker
than blood
the sweet dripping honey
in my veins
you are
what nurtures
my nature
an avalanche
of tenderness
that without
i would collapse
you are the sun
rising early on dreamy mornings
to my seeded growing heart
you are the moon
to the longing wolf in my tummy
howling softly in the dark
you are the words
streaming falls of encouragement
that leave my chapped lips dry for more
you are the ink
painting passages of hope
that leave my fingertips typing of your allure
May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 8:07 AM UTC
1.
i like to think of us
as discovered
found
by chance
in a boundless sea
separate jars
floating towards each other
it was
desolation
from which we wished to flee
and
when salty sailors unearthed us
tangled worms
on a sandy beach
we curled
our limbs together
under
the sun and breeze
castaways
lost miles in
tides of diving love
that surely drew us here
to an island
at the ends of the world
of silver sand
and sweet coconut trees
May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 8:06 AM UTC
undo the rusty bolts
underlining
my frizzy hairline
the crummy ones that hold
volatile turmoil
within my scalp
the erratic lunacy
playing
with my aging brain
using the untangled strings
to jump rope
and play
sorrowful tunes
for the weeping
to harmonize
i want you
to stick your hands
in my heavy head
as you would
in a flower ***
freshly filled with soil
dig into the moist compound
with your pliable fingers
amend
the corruptive leakage
that toils
within my own deceit
i want you
to avidly turn
the soft claying matter
how ever you please
as you would
turn into roads
that lead you
running
straight to me
i want you
to breathe
igniting hope
born from the fumes
of cigarettes
you smoked insensibly
into the seeds
you wish to discard
in this potted cavity
i want you
to pour oceans
of poetic sentiments
tainted with gentle kindness
from those isolated tears
held back in the sockets
of your eyes
to water
my wilting corpse
so it may flourish
from your light reflecting gift
of life (you resurrect me)
i want you
to trust
in your
captivating presence
to make me
unintentionally smile
from your caress
will selflessly sprout
inflorescent buds
of rich purplish-blue flowers
with conspicuous green calyxes
and even though their coloring
is rather insignificant
and they can be easily overlooked
i want you
to know
that only you
hold the key
to this secret pasture
that
without you
there would not be
such garden
for us to hide
Mar 2, 2014
Mar 2, 2014 at 7:40 AM UTC
as we momentarily depart
on this night
invaluable seconds
turn into slow sailing snails
and the bottomless void you have filled
comes forcefully undone
a coral kissed satin ribbon unwinding
to pull you back into my arms
as we momentarily depart
on this night
unforgivable distance
splits our bodies apart
like microscopic amoebas
holding on to a never ending current of flight
we might be identical beings
running in opposing directions
(at this point in our lives)
but our souls know better
that soon will come a time
where;
our flesh and bones will reunite
where;
our lonely days will then be yesterday's moonlight
Feb 20, 2014
Feb 20, 2014 at 11:38 AM UTC
Your parted lips
do not taste
Of sugar
nor of salt
Neither
these
thorned roses
nor
stormy seas
My ****** angel,
Could ever compare
To thee
Your parted lips
do not taste
Of sunshine
nor of glare
But of the blazing
almighty Sun itself
(the divine source of light at a noon's twelve)
Blossoming blisters
on my tongue
Erupting volcanoes
are the pores
on my skin
at your
touch
You do not taste
of regret
But of promise
from the past
A mystery that sipped in
through murky wine
you are dark
disastrous delight
at first
&
at last
Unbelievably
(mine)
Feb 9, 2014
Feb 9, 2014 at 4:59 AM UTC
this is me
asking
for whoever out t(here)
to find me
hiding
in these
words
social networks
and
stolen efforts
Feb 9, 2014
Feb 9, 2014 at 4:39 AM UTC
If I swore to tell you
(wild eyed and breathless)
of what lies
inside my pandora's box
the blue velvet decaying
under my flesh
the whispers in my head
like supple breeze
through follow oaks
(eerily adrift)
would you still dare hold me
at the dusty ledge
of this 85-storey high building
(my crumbling paper body)
as the concrete cracks
submissively
and the walls fall apart
instinctively
because
i would give up
the last of my flicker
to light
your final cigarette
and make
your lonely bed warm
If i held your echoing heart
in my hands (with frantic devotion)
as it throbs rhythmically
in these fire brick palms
propagating at a frequency
of long found anxiety
a dim soul
trapped
in an antique olive wood clock
(tick tock tick)
would you dare still trust me
to dance
with those charred demons
(your most profound secrets)
the ones sworn to be
memories of disgust
the bad taste
at the back end
of your tongue
buried deeper in the Earth
for Hell to bare and hoard
because
i trust you
to embrace
the flaws we share
and
tears we didnt
(but most of all)
the discovery of our story
rapidly unfolding in this unashamed
polluted atmosphere
Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 4:13 AM UTC