Meanings of masculinity
Do you beat a woman until she’s raw?
Do you pound her brain until she bleeds?
Do you take her home and hold her when you’re through?
In your apology for disrupting my development
You told me I would never be enough
I traced the corners of the ceiling with my eyes
Five, or maybe six times that night
Meanings of masculinity
Do you search for open wounds?
Do you **** her poison sweetly?
Do you send her home and leave her when you’re through?
Memorizing triangles of sanity
Forgetting the man who bruised me
Knowing I would have to stand up again
A fallen angel who was once a saint
In question of
Meanings of masculinity
Do you feel the same way I do?
Do you drink the open air?
Do you go home feeling broken and tired when you’re through?
Jan 14, 2021
Jan 14, 2021 at 1:25 PM UTC
With tangled toes and tasseled twirls
You spoke to me in silence
Alone
you are invincible
Together
we are unstoppable
and I realize
how much I need you.
Jan 14, 2021
Jan 14, 2021 at 1:01 PM UTC
Visions, visions of sanity
Aching from your chest
Crazy, crazy girl
Your mind’s a mess
Pick your poison
Drink your wine
You’ll be here
Until the end of time
In a vision
Vision of sanity
I’m dancing freely
In the sunshine
Let it be done in madness
Let it be done in rage
Let my voice sound
Like a moan of desire
When I’m in misery or strength
When my mind falls under Aphrodite’s spell
And temptation leads the way
Just know that ill commit to eternity in hell
If this sanity will stay.
Dec 17, 2020
Dec 17, 2020 at 2:33 PM UTC
I hope you have the night of a king
With your freedom and your fire
I hope she blesses you
While the world is retired
You're floating in my memories
Like the smoke, flying towards the sky
And I remember when I loved you
Through the mountains and the vines
God **** I can’t wait to roam free tonight
Feel the wind run through my thighs
And find some cross road country boy
To serenade my mind
But I’ll wish he was you
I’d leave my sickness behind
if you'd just come home
Because I need you tonight
To fill the cracks in my bones
I woke you up in an apocalyptic suicide
To tell you I loved you underneath the shade
Of an Ohio mulberry tree
And I wondered if you knew I was staring at you
When I looked up at the sky
Dec 17, 2020
Dec 17, 2020 at 2:01 PM UTC
In twenty days I will be back in Georgia
and I will feel the cold air pierce through my lungs as I stroll through the streets of downtown Atlanta
I will hear the sound of thick, southern drawls singing country songs by a diminished campfire, releasing the smell of burning leaves and Tennessee whiskey
I will see my grandmamas gaze as she welcomes me home with a *** of steaming Jambalaya and White Diamonds perfume
And my sweet souls will smile at me with their crooked teeth that look like mine
They will approach me with their fast paced walks that move like mine
They will laugh at me with innocence, light, and love
Their simple love
their pure, loyal love
The kind of love that liberates
The kind of love that frees me
from the solitude I hold
So deeply within myself
And I will return to my little apartment
on the eastside of the city
with a memory of enlightenment
With a memory of gratitude
With a memory of grace
To shower you in
To nurture you with
To guide you to
The clear light of day
Dec 17, 2020
Dec 17, 2020 at 1:54 PM UTC
The color of passion, the color of pain
The color of delusion, the color of flames
I slip my swollen soles into your hallow hysteria
Cracked, fragile feet from the frost bite
of a West Virginia snow
Size six, ruby red stilettos
and I push
and I pull
and I scream
and I sigh
and I try and I try and I try
In my six, ruby red stilettos
Freezing poetic lullabies
Until I can find a place to call my own
Sparks of scarlet bloodlines
Dripping down my spine
Wrestling through rivers
between the spaces in my mind
My heart is much too loud for a place like this
My lips are much too quiet for a place like this
I dance with him in
The color of courage
The color of fame
The color of charisma
The color of strength
The color of my lipstick when its fading through my lies
Much too broken
Much too bold
Bursting into a violet plum
until I am in pieces—
until I decide to throw myself back together again
In my size six, ruby red stilettos
and it wasn't my intention to force them to fit
and I push
and I pull
and I scream
and I sigh
and I sell dignity of my poverty
to get them to come off of me
but once I started dancing
I fell in love with the sound
of my heels clicking
the surface of the floor
and I made myself a home
in my size six, ruby red stilettos.
Dec 17, 2020
Dec 17, 2020 at 1:47 PM UTC
I think we were born to be
a purple red tangerine smile
You make me speak out loud
Baby, you taste like innocence
When you kiss me with your eyes
And make me love you
Enough to grow old
In our revelations of ecstasy
You reminded me of the angel in my soul
Instead of the woman who I turned out to be
A mellow euphoria of eternal light
I think we were born to be
a purple red, tangerine smile
You make me speak out loud
My sweet honey
You’ve become my home.
Dec 17, 2020
Dec 17, 2020 at 1:10 PM UTC
dandelions
I sail to you through the great unknown
And tip toe on your white lines of gray matter
An acidic, atomic baby light blonde
with a heart of stone trapped in a yellow rain cloud
dandelions
In the syndicate of the hazel night moon
I smell their broken stems of wire
Wrapping my thighs in a sealed cocoon
Dancing in a brimstone fire
Melting in the midnight winds
dandelions
She can’t wait to roam free tonight
Feel the air flow between the thistle of my thyme
And find her midtown morphine
To soothe the demons, dancing in her mind
dandelions
Dispersing on a front porch swing
I scatter in the wisp of an ivory snow
Break a rhyme scheme, scream for rain
Pray for laughter, bleed for growth
Dec 17, 2020
Dec 17, 2020 at 1:02 PM UTC
I can still see you and your Crowne Royal sitting on your throne after drowning in the tequila sunrise you left behind yesterday morning
You are my home, you are my salvation
You are my hell, you are my damnation
And I realize I can’t heal you.
It’s March now and you’ve been drowning in your sorrow for ten months, praying she can keep you from reaching the bottom of your bottle
She is your home, she is your salvation
She is your hell, she is your damnation
And she realizes she can’t heal you.
She isn’t like the woman you’re used to
She doesn’t have that plump, patient, strawberry smile and wide eyes with a wolf howl in her throat
She doesn’t have that serenity and solitude, walking out of the kitchen with Tennessee whiskey and dried up roux on her apron towards her white Pickett fence, reminiscing on the days when the walls were made of barb wire
She doesn’t have her freedom when she roams, barefoot in nothing but your long ***** flannel as she calls the babies in for supper, kicking up red Georgia clay towards the Milky Way sky
But she’s a somebody
She’s a somebody with her long, fake eyelashes curled up towards the ceiling and her plumped up lips with a price tag on her Cupid’s bow
She’s a somebody who’s hair falls flat in the morning, and even though she doesn’t know what it’s like to pull twigs out of her curls when she wakes up after dancing around with you in the barn at three o clock, laughing in whispers so her babies don’t hear her
I love her
And I hope that she at least believes she can heal you
And I hope that I at least believe she can heal you
And I hope that one day, you reach your hands up to heaven and remember what it’s like to hold the heart of God on a Sunday morning, and be forgiven
And I hope that you’ll believe that he can heal you
Because he is our home, he is our salvation
He is our hell, he is our damnation
And one day, I know he will heal you.
Dec 17, 2020
Dec 17, 2020 at 12:58 PM UTC
We met on the corner of Saxon and 95 south
During one of those nights I was crawling out of my anaphoric daydream
I was a broken down bride in my sheets of white linen
When I noticed the light in your eyes were as dull as mine
When the moon sculpted a mirage in the center of your ashtray
When you told me you needed me to stay a moment longer
I traded you a Chevy ride for a song of sweet surrender
As you blessed the burning willows that bled through my black and mild soul
Firing the sparks inside of me that had never seen a flame
As I drowned in a carcass of rapids that never seemed to lay still
I reached into my lillies and pulled out a candle
To lighten your vision until you reached home
Until you were strong enough to love her again
And you thanked me with a smile and a tank of gas
I drove until midnight, staring at the moonlight
listening to the sighs of my breathe against the wind
And the sweet little woman who lives inside of my bones
Reminds me of the way old Georgia worshipped my vines
I chose to abandon his comfort and wisdom
For the freedom of white lines on an open road
And while it soothes me to see him settle without me
I can’t help but wonder if I’ll always be a withdrawn vagabond
With my toes in the sand, with my head in clouds
Writing lines in a blank verse of commitment.
Dec 17, 2020
Dec 17, 2020 at 12:56 PM UTC