Bright Colors
Natures way of warning predators.
It's what I'd like to think.
Bone thin arms
I get nervous at night
Raw strength is something to fear.
****** disadvantages
Is all I see when
I gaze into reality, a mirror.
Absolute truths
Is what i fear, anxious
Bright pink-
What does it mean to me?
Everything.
A source of strength
Or an illusion I have strength at all.
A physical paradox.
I'd rather die respected than
Nothing at all.
Jul 9, 2025
Jul 9, 2025 at 7:04 PM UTC
It shouldn't be shunned
But surrounds me are those unwilling
to utter words that speaks of it.
A culture so fearful of what is most natural.
When death is the natural progression of life.
Not something to be shunned and avoided.
But embraced!
Celebrated!
Oh sweet death, my lovely companion.
Thoughts of you bring me comfort.
One day we will dance and dine.
Till then I soak in the ever spinning sun
Willing to speak on what others fear.
Jul 9, 2025
Jul 9, 2025 at 6:52 PM UTC
Where will I be,
if I am at the mercy of greater powers at work?
Oh how easily I could've been the dead children of the Earth.
Yet, here I am, life in my lungs.
Blessed to perceive the world around me.
Why me? Why am I the lucky one? Where am I headed?
One can slip into a life of violence, poverty, or servitude, as swiftly as the seasons change
here in the bayou
Aged skin from the relentless sun as they pace day by day.
Where am I headed? I ask as my eyes follow the median.
Dirt covers the fear in their eyes, as they wonder the same question.
Fear won't give me an answer.
I know that tomorrow I'll wake up,
air in my lungs.
And one day I will know.
Jun 14, 2025
Jun 14, 2025 at 5:16 PM UTC
Unbeknownst to me,
I was a fool.
Waiting in silence
Counting the beads, counting the time
The air turns cold, turning the leaves.
Blind to your true nature.
The heart looking past your wiles
But the intestines impugned your character.
Questioning for my protection.
Only for you to reveal who you are,
and that isn't for me to change.
Jun 1, 2025
Jun 1, 2025 at 3:05 PM UTC
Awake in the heat of night
I'm not perfect
I jump the gun
I need my fix.
Sweating, panting, quivering
Eager
To dull my senses
I get excited to be
Just to feel wonderful
Filled with lactonic cravings
I'm not perfect,
and I need my fix.
But I don't want to need you.
Tomorrow I'll open my eyes.
May 27, 2025
May 27, 2025 at 3:41 PM UTC
oh your eyes with lust
looking at me as I come
tender and sweet juice
May 27, 2025
May 27, 2025 at 3:08 PM UTC
I'm a moth to the flame
Seeking his buttery warmth
Melting honey eyes
Calloused finger tips
Hoping he wouldn't go
At a crossroads
Paths leading North
Mine going East
Glimpsing at an ice wisp
Fleeting yet bright
Then you disappear
And I'm left
In the freezing cold
May 24, 2025
May 24, 2025 at 6:41 PM UTC