I was a child,
Laying on concrete
Absolving the heat
Fever dreams
Seep’d deep
While I’d sleep
Between the sheets
Of poppies or bleak
And kittens teeth
Beneath the streets
Rocky pleats
Under shade trees
I’d weep, steep
A dewy seat
Waiting to keep
Visions of feats
And loves to meet
I walked the streets
Looking for peace
High in the trees
I was freed.
Nov 1, 2025
Nov 1, 2025 at 10:27 PM UTC
The blend of green seeps,
Deep, red sap creeps,
Between the knees
Of the cypress trees.
The buzzard shrieks, circles
The weak, feet sink
Thigh deep, women weep
The sun beats on concrete.
Moisture clings, cicadas scream
Too thick to breathe,
The moldy breeze,
Swarms pour from the trees.
They feast on pale pink
Gnash their teeth, down
To the ruby sweet
Damp, supple cheeks.
The preacher says ‘teach!’
Flies seek, decay reeks
Of the deception they speak
Spewed on the meek.
Hate rises from beneath
The rotted linen scene
Humanity not so keen
On history foreseen.
The swamp whispers, caresses
As no one confesses
Choking molasses
They oppress the masses.
Nov 1, 2025
Nov 1, 2025 at 10:22 PM UTC
Swirl in the room
Smoke clouded the frame
Yellow hues tainted laughs
With elegant flicks of a dainty fallacy
Oct 12, 2017
Oct 12, 2017 at 4:06 PM UTC
Numb like pain
A drip of nicotine
Take the sugar through
Pulling the tear that won't escape
Trapped beneath the blurred haze
Running in no clear direction
Dizzy, laughing
Pulling yourself above the tide
Above the laughs, laugh
Tug the string of thoughts
A simple line of juxtapositions
Soaring above the smiles
Dragged between the lips of Time
The scrapes of burnt childhood
A faint remembrance of snow and rain
Sipping the rain through my teeth
But numb like pain
Apr 7, 2017
Apr 7, 2017 at 10:56 PM UTC
It was not originally shattered
It was once whole and pumping
Every daring kiss splintered it every way
I will not say it is broken
It still beats
Blood still awakes my nerves
But every new blink sets me away
Their eyes have all blurred together
Fitting every puzzle piece perfectly
It is not their fault
for I gave myself willingly
Though it is much easier to cast a finger
than to be ****** another day
Every breath I take is a drag of the past
But every exhale is a hope for the future
That I have saved the biggest piece for the last
I will not say it is broken
My jigsaw of an *****
but with each touch I was cut
Leaving me running farther away
Mar 22, 2015
Mar 22, 2015 at 11:56 PM UTC
I can't stop seeing what I do
Rendering my thoughts insignificant is impossible
How cynical is my perspective
The little wrinkles stand out the most to me
But how I interpret them is the problem
I see the halo surrounded by flames
I see the serpent's tongue flicking in the clouds
I observe everyone's hurt
Who sees mine?
Who caresses my mind when I see Daddy drunk?
Who smiles at me when my eyes are swollen driving at midnight?
No one
People are too infatuated with themselves to see me
In my darkest hours of thoughts and constellations,
I see the people.
I can't stop seeing the people and their hurt.
My hand is always towards someone,
Yet there is none ****** towards me as I fall.
This is why the world is filled with hatred and pain.
It isn't the Daddys that are drunk or the Mommys that don't care.
It is the people that see the hurt and aren't there.
It is the people that can't care for the broken winged creature.
It is the people.
Dec 18, 2013
Dec 18, 2013 at 6:19 PM UTC
I used to search for the perfect words
I can't see a life without them
Without 'love'
Without your name
I can't
Because every syllable that brushes your lips
Every gruff of your tongue
All makes me feel like a piece of a pattern
Sewn into a beautiful quilt
Keeps me warm
But then I learned
Its not the words that make me smile
Its you
Its every thought and reason
Every brush of skin
I used to search for the perfect words
And now I hope to be tongue tied
To let you show me every feeling you feel
Not to contain our love in a simple 3 syllables
To restrict them of our own choosing
We should set them free
And not speak another word tonight
Apr 22, 2013
Apr 22, 2013 at 11:39 PM UTC
Rancid stomach
I have a bad case
It makes my eyes swell
And my wrinkles crinkle
I thought I was being overrated.
but no one's looking.
Who cares?
Apr 5, 2013
Apr 5, 2013 at 9:39 PM UTC
I decided love wasn't worth its while
So I severed every stem
And watched as every petal wilted
I scattered the bodies around my heart
Daring any seed to sprout
Now, the trimmers have rusted
And I see the buds
Mar 27, 2013
Mar 27, 2013 at 7:20 PM UTC
We are set to die
Today
Whether it is written in the stars
Or the fate of our blood
We fought till the end
And till the end she chose you
She haunted me in my last hour
She told me maybe
She told me if
But reality is,
It was always you Brother
I will always be the dead expectations
The secret hero of the night
And I know she loves you brother,
But my love wants to fight
And in our last hour,
She chose you.
Oh how sweet is Death?
Every look in her eyes was a breath
I was there for her when you weren't!
She cried into my chest over my own blood
She kissed me
And I left her not remembering you
How could you come back and take that from me?
How am I supposed to forget lips like those
She is a curse,brother
No, love is a curse, brother
And when I die, it will have won
Though,
Death has chosen me
And for that, I love her
Mar 23, 2013
Mar 23, 2013 at 12:19 PM UTC