You have broken me in a way I will never be able to repair. You do not get to speak my name. And, frankly, the next time you try, I hope you choke on the words.
I do not believe you. I do not believe in you. I will pray for you, however, because it seems no one else will. You’ve burned all your bridges, and now they’ll laugh at you from heaven, while you burn alone, and the blackness beckons.
We were not us. I was us. Alone. And you were somewhere very far, speaking with Narcissus and Icarus, careless, oblivious and sickeningly satisfied with little, hollow things.
Little hollow things
Empty
Empty
Jul 24, 2014
Jul 24, 2014 at 3:31 PM UTC
The chilly breeze carries the night’s secrets on its shoulders
Ivory skin transformed, goose bumps, feeling colder
Smoke twirls and swirls up towards heaven
Heart flutters and ashes fall and smolder
Cell phone in a denim back-pocket
Ring tone like a space rocket
Finally, Blast off
Voice like silk and sweet cream
An invitation offered in this wild dream
Heavy breath on the nape of a white neck
A first kiss leading to nibbling, sighing, steam
Moonlight on the twisted sheets, spotted shipwreck
Gray clouds, lightning and strong winds signal Rain Check
Feb 15, 2012
Feb 15, 2012 at 1:50 PM UTC
In youth, there was hope.
When the footprints in the sand did not clear so easily with the tide.
If you built a sand-castle and promised forever,
The wind would kiss your cheeks and vow the same, taking your
Optimism to the
Sanguine, pink sky.
Thirty years later,
When people and promises are severed,
The wind returns.
What does it carry?
Sorrow, pity or joy—
At the hints of love realized in precious fleeting moments…
Like chocolate—so sweet,
That melts, too quickly, on your tongue.
Feb 15, 2012
Feb 15, 2012 at 1:49 PM UTC
Red-velvet sky
and a bottle of whiskey.
Take a drink and
wave good-bye because
tonight, it's you and me.
Let's get lost.
Shut my eyes and just feel.
Blurry and tangled,
it is hardly real.
Sing of love-
a lazy love of bottle shops
and tipsy touching,
slurring, grinning.
We'll fly.
The world is spinning.
Time is slowing down, but
Honey, we're speeding up.
Breath your ***** secrets in my ear.
Lick my lips, close my eyes,
we'll show no mercy, no fear.
Tequila tingles like
fingertips running down my skin
Sheet tangled,
Everybody wins.
Moan loud, breath deep-
We know how to do it right.
Moon high, stars bright-
We'll thank the night.
Jan 20, 2011
Jan 20, 2011 at 1:26 AM UTC
Hope fades
and we knew it.
Thank God for the Goose,
It might have ended faster.
All the compromises. Truces.
Your head was big, but
my mouth was bigger.
We blamed each other,
But both saints were sinners.
Despite Friday dinners,
boredom overcame.
Freedom had many names.
We always came back,
To the fighting, condescension
to the lies, and the tension-
for the familiarity.
Maybe for the charity.
Do not pity me.
Argue with me.
Let's make it easy-
Take it to the bed,
inflate your head,
shut me up.
Screaming and sweating,
it ended how it began.
And now we're smiling,
dreaming, pretending
until the next round,
sinning, hell-bound.
Hell-bent.
Ask me where hope went?
I'll tell you: it faded.
Jan 20, 2011
Jan 20, 2011 at 1:21 AM UTC
Yo...Hello
Excuse me, miss
Be it wrong to say so
You’re beautiful
And underneath the stars,
I’m gonna steal your heart
Watch me move
For your hand
Watch me invade
Your eyes
Watch me be a real man
I try, I try
You’re beautiful
I’m here to say
Sorry if it’s wrong
I’m here to stay
Have me, Take me
Make me, Do not forsake me
On my knees, just for you
Listen, baby,
While I spit the truth
Dec 24, 2010
Dec 24, 2010 at 8:17 PM UTC
I was used
Used like a hammer
To bang, bang, bang away
At rusty nails that splintered your boardwalk
That walk you travelled everyday
I was used
To clear the way
You stood there
At the shore we shared
And when the sea was rough
Crashing, Thrashing, Tough
“Stand still and take it,” you would say
I was used
To calm the waves
It was rain
Heavy, Ceaseless, Grey
The kind that beat your spirit away
Struggle in the wet, hard sand
Where my loss was your gain
I was used
To ease the pain
I use a pen on those days
When I fall
When the seas crash
When it downpours
And I am robbed of my hope
I use a pen
I use a pen
I was a tool for your Aggression
Dec 24, 2010
Dec 24, 2010 at 8:15 PM UTC
Heavy rain came and washed the inky night from its canvas. It dripped, dropped, and then, fell hard and heavy like thick soil, on the heads of trivial figures in the gargantuan universe.
Mascara ran converse-black down her porcelain face. His hair, the color of wet sand, was mussed and his storm-gray t-shirt hung soaked on his slouched body. She picked at her dark chocolate nail polish and he sighed. Apologies were uttered, muttered and their warm, silver breath hung in the air for a moment, and then was quickly battered down to the concrete. Red-velvet vows of love were exchanged, but reality and fate lurked, too close for comfort, preparing to chip away, slowly and inevitably, at their hopeful state.
As they embraced, naive to the tempests ahead, ripe and royal plums were split in half, exposing their bright and bitter centers. The rain ceased and the night altered, now wine-dark, as a rich burgundy swept the sky, full of promises. They smiled like haunted souls and shared a Marlboro. The smoke swirled wild up to the ****** sky, white like a ghost. They stared into each others eyes: hers like morning coffee and his mimicking spring’s blues and greens.
The undesirable, unavoidable chill of bittersweet teased and crept up her spine. The goose-bumps on his flesh signaled the same.
Dec 24, 2010
Dec 24, 2010 at 8:10 PM UTC