Somewhere, amongst the debris
of cigarettes after ***
chemicals to induce sleep,
I forgot what it means to love.
I forgot what it means to breathe,
to sit still, and just be.
Somewhere, beneath these hooded seams
of solitude and well-versed grief,
beats a heart less cynical,
less tamed by vague distraction.
My nervous ticks and bad habits,
line of best fit for a near-hit
of satisfaction:
This is not enough, I know.
This is not nearly enough
to cool the bray of life
that still rattles meaning in my bones.
I forgot what it means to love,
what separates a house from a home.
Somewhere beyond this thirst
for brand-new words
is a gratitude for all that has been.
Every cliché holds a truth.
Every sentiment, a cocoon,
that I should lie so still inside
until I am wholesome,
until I am new.
Feb 25, 2017
Feb 25, 2017 at 5:21 AM UTC
Walls are coming closer
How do I breathe
Does anyone see across the window glass
Why does none raise alarm
Someone is dying without a sound
Looking at his Facebook window
Scrolling through his phone's contact list
Finding no one
None cares
Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 3:05 PM UTC
You can shout...
detest, abhor and loathe
everything we ever had.
I shall listen and caress,
like every violent tide is,
by the shore sand.
Because I understand
your turbulence, your calm,
your patience and alarm
Because at the end of the day,
the sea, the tide and me,
are meant to be...
Because I know,
not think, not believe, not hope,
I know
we are meant to be...
Oct 31, 2015
Oct 31, 2015 at 2:45 PM UTC
I loved you
Like a ring holds a finger
Like a desert yearns for water
Like a planet orbits a star,
far but near, far but near
I told you
With my eyes sensing your body
With my lips licking your soul
With my arms holding you up close,
bit more, bit more
You could have
When our lips met
When those fears began to melt
When I knew you loved me ******
You did not, you did not
Now you want me
but my heart has forgotten its beat
but my wounds have ceased to bleed
but my ego has killed your need
I love you, I love you...
...but I don't want you back
Oct 25, 2015
Oct 25, 2015 at 2:57 PM UTC
I can tell you
Who am I
Where do I come from
What I believe
What do I refrain from
I can tell you
My fear
My pain
How my skin rejoices
When it touches rain
I can tell you
how free am I
bound with you
How fast my heart beats
walking slowly with you
I can tell you
How I am going to wreck your mind with a stare
And rip your tender soul
beyond repair
But you won't let me
You won't ever believe me
You'll believe me to stitch all the broken pieces of you
You'll believe me to admire your skin and flatter your ego
I will,
Always.
But if you hide your scars
Your stupid ugly dance
Your fumbles and mistakes
Your moments of disgrace
I won't rip your soul
I'll leave you in your catacomb,
Safe and secure
Like a ship on the shore
Oct 24, 2015
Oct 24, 2015 at 11:31 AM UTC
The edge of the innocent knife
Too sharp to hide
Could you tickle my neck with it
And when my eyes close
Slit it
Sep 13, 2015
Sep 13, 2015 at 2:14 PM UTC
why a poet?
because a poet
hears the words
which sing the
purest harmonies
because a poet
paints their portraits
in pastels
of phrases
because a poet
dances their agonies
into leaps of faith
and pirouettes
of passion
because a poet
sees
the beauty
in the commonplace
and captures
the moment
in a snapshot
of ink and white
because a bloodless world
cuts itself
a thousand times
and the poet bleeds
Mar 28, 2015
Mar 28, 2015 at 4:49 AM UTC
She wishes
To draw with her fingertips
on the canvas of his chest
To close her eyes,
be secure in the arms she rests
To have, on a cold and grey morning,
his warm breath on her neck
To be kissed on her forehead
till her insecurities melt
To be loved
**Not to have just ***
Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 3:59 AM UTC
She is herself
She does not care
about the money in the banks
Screams,
gets what she demands
She does not fear
unknown men she sees
Smiles,
melts their broken pieces
Now, that’s called swag
Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 5:36 AM UTC
Likes the new girl in office
Adds her on Facebook,
she accepts.
Browses all her photos,
never comments.
Types in the chat box,
deletes.
Sees her with another guy,
disbelieves.
Another girl joins, the process repeats
Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 10:50 AM UTC