is it the radiation
why i have been set ablaze
how one feels so fortunate to be blinded
by the sun
for you to admire
from the first word that ever truly carried
any weight through your ear
summer boy
summer man
i want to hold your summer hands
and taste the winter in your skin
i’ll grow flowers from your skull
when you can no longer hold
all the blood and bone
oh to have eternity
bat her eyes at us
how fortunate can two beasts be
consecrating you to me
plucked with the gentlest touch
and may the black swan
never drink
from our waters
Jun 13, 2022
Jun 13, 2022 at 9:06 PM UTC
I need to find the strength to get over you.
It’s becoming hard to breathe.
My hands are trembling, my legs are quivering
You’ve got me down on both knees
I am searching for you in every forced kiss
Every time I called him baby
I had to close my eyes
Because only in darkness do I see the light anymore
Only when the sun goes down
Does the flickering candlelight
Take the shape of your burning hot lips
Wax dripping down the side like the tip of your finger dragging down my spine
Or the tears crawling down my cheeks
And only when I blow it out does the smoke find the form of every ‘I love you’
Trailing off at the end
Dancing into the air, never quite reaching its destination
The pattern on my ceiling is starting to look more and more like the scratches on my back
I look at the clock and all I see is every second passing by that you have not called
Every minute I spent wondering why I was never enough
Every hour, why you did not think you deserved my love?
Every day, well every day could never amount to the time I spent running out of chances and running into the arms of anyone who was willing to say the words that never dare spilled out of your careless mouth
Broken hands, drenched in blood, reach out to me in my dreams
Broken by promises, drenched in insecurity
There was never a difference to me
Scraps of sentences I never finished are choking me
And regrets are lodged in between my teeth
When will the strength find me?
Aug 5, 2019
Aug 5, 2019 at 11:03 PM UTC
insatiable hunger
your lips pressed into my neck like a velvet secret
your hands dripping down my body
washing away the broken bones of the past
my back arches to the heavens
and i tear away the skin from your rugged back
unveiling blackened angel wings
wings weathered by far too many storms
as you water my forbidden garden
your eyes devouring every inch of my presence
finally lay into mine
draping my trembling body in a blanket
woven from acid sunsets and the fullest of moons
succeeding the surrealist of dreams
i lift a gentle hand to your mouth
and slip my finger past your ample bee-stung lips
you take me in as if my fingers are oozing honey
as your love oozes inside of my pulsating lotus
the petals spill from inside of me
waltzing atop my lust soaked thighs
these thoughts they drown me in star-less nights
writhing to keep my head above water
just so i can once more
perish in loves arms
and be reborn into your eternal light
Nov 2, 2018
Nov 2, 2018 at 1:50 AM UTC
electric birds paint trails of color over my head
as i lift my freckle stained face to the blanketed sky
I'm drawn to an addictive presence on the stage before me
my heartbeat drowns out the sounds
surrounding me pulsing through my veins
suddenly we are all on fire
i drop my jacket to the floor
can anyone else feel this?
is anyone else burning?
his ******* lips are against my neck and his nails are digging into the small of my back and every dream i have ever had turns into the color of his eyes
can no one else feel this?
im blind to everything but the forbidden fruits dangling from his heart
his one single glance wraps around my throat like a snake suffocating its prey
i don't know if it was the acid or the *******
but that beaten up boy
******
my
soul
to
hell
i am burned.
Sep 17, 2018
Sep 17, 2018 at 8:18 PM UTC
my guy pretty like a girl
electric soul, gentle touch
velvet skin, unfinished lunch
violets grow in the valleys of his ribcage
forget-me-nots blossom on her skin every night,
the places on her skin where his fingers last fell,
when the sun was alive
sunflowers hiding in her short blonde hair
daisies intertwined in moments shared
the boy wants to predict the weather
but in this garden of wild flowers
and wild thoughts
it never rains
the flowers keep on growing
occupying the holes in her chest
where there once was pain
his words as sweet as honeysuckle,
the soil
her blood as red as roses,
the rain
Sep 17, 2018
Sep 17, 2018 at 8:01 PM UTC
My home has never constituted a building,
never been about where I lay my head at night
Since I can remember I have been alone
I have never found solace in my broken family
from broken zippers to burnt out cigarettes
I have never stopped searching for
the feeling of home
You walked in and I couldn’t help but stare
I had no clue who you were but as soon as I saw you,
I felt warm for the first time in months
I saw fire in your eyes
and I wanted to suffocate in the smoke
I lied when I told you it’s hard for me to catch feelings
I lied to you when I said I was unsure
You stared into the sunlight sitting in that Mcdonald’s booth this morning
as I watched you I knew it was over
Maybe it was the way the glowing silk blanket of sun laid over the windowsill
Or the way your eyes no longer laid into mine
but somehow I knew it was over
I see only the best in people and am blind to anything else
I try as hard as I can to push people away so I do not get hurt, I believe you call this defense mechanism my attitude
your words trapped between my heart and soul
i fall silent
i sleep on your shoulder as we drive home
embarrassment already digging its nails into my throat
tears spread across my cheeks
as you hold me
I was silently begging you to never leave me alone again
no one had to tell us we were better together we already knew
my guy pretty like a girl
electric soul, gentle touch
velvet skin, unfinished lunch
violets grow in the valleys of his ribcage
forget-me-nots blossom on her skin
every night,
the places on her skin where his fingers last fell
when the sun was alive
sunflowers hiding in her short blonde hair
daisies intertwined in moments shared
the boy wants to predict the weather
but in this garden of wild flowers and
wild thoughts
it never rains
the flowers keep on growing
occupying the holes in her chest where there once was pain
his words as sweet as honeysuckle,
the soil
her blood as red as roses,
the rain
he spoke of our wedding by the second date and after the third he announced our funeral
i think we are worth trying
i know i make you feel warm too
and i believe the feeling of home
feels a lot like you.
Sep 17, 2018
Sep 17, 2018 at 8:00 PM UTC
Chills coursing through my body. The crickets are giving the eulogy to my passion for you. You are the only one who can **** me but keep the blood running like ice through my veins. You are the only one who can drive off and leave in the dead of night and I'll stay right where you left me. I'll stay and I'll wait. I'm waiting. I'm right here. Physically im gone, I went in the house and am faking a smile for my friends, telling them you were too tired to stay out any longer, lying on behalf of my hope for us to survive. Mentally there's a pile of my bones made out of all of our hopes and dreams, lying on the sidewalk right where you left me. I stuck them there with the thick glue made up of all of your lies to me, all of the broken promises. So there my spirit is, stuck in that spot, shivering and blurry eyed from ***** infused tear drops. You tell me that's just not how it is anymore, not how you feel. But when you look at me, lighting, it's a storm coming in over the horizon and the moon is screaming through the clouds and the trees are ripping in the wind and there we are, just in a bubble, floating through this nightmare. And you take my hand, and put it over your heart. Your heart beat steadies mine. Just one look my love, one look. One look silences the noise and calms my heart. That is not past love, that is not lost feelings. That is a ******* forest fire spreading through your veins, that is me.
Sep 17, 2018
Sep 17, 2018 at 7:55 PM UTC
now the only thing in my bed pressing into the curve of my back is the corner of a ******* book and the only thing outlining the sheets next to my head is ******* wine stains
Get these ******* books out of my bed where did you go
Sep 17, 2018
Sep 17, 2018 at 7:53 PM UTC
the bathtubs full with cold water - you place your hands on the inside of my ribs - the petals drop like last nights shooting stars - and you told me that was your first kiss - bang bang on my windows baby until i wake up - because no one can know that your in here baby no i don't want no fuss - nails scratching down your velvet skin - do you know how to make me spin? can you make me spin? baby i need you to make me spin - was it really your first kiss? - why do we always lie like this - cry like this - staying awake late in the night to feel your lips - on my hips - make me forget
Sep 17, 2018
Sep 17, 2018 at 7:51 PM UTC
he's playing video games on highway 67 and he doesn't know he takes me away - yeah baby you take me away - are we faking it this way - trying to make it some way - blue hues red hues and you keep making that face - why do you keep making that face - drip drip drip on the pavement the ice creams melting and there's no one there to save it - lick it up baby lick it up lick it up - and we're cruising - the society's snoozin - the record spins and we're boozin - loosin any conception of time now baby cuz your mine now baby
Sep 17, 2018
Sep 17, 2018 at 7:47 PM UTC