the ruins of the city are too much for my poetry to sink in,
i've dwelled in rational emotions and irritations of love, in
all my verses,
all my pauses,
all my annotations;
the ruins of the city are too little for my emotions,
the regular of love and unhappiness doesn't bubble my words anymore
the humble repeating people stopped pleasing, for
the rubble of first glimpse that i've caught
Sep 25, 2022
Sep 25, 2022 at 8:03 AM UTC
why would the moon love me?
i don't burn for her,
i don't let my guard down for her,
i don't pray for her;
i envy her,
i despise her;
i might be a lot of things said, but
i am conflicting above all the things unsaid,
let's start there;
Sep 6, 2022
Sep 6, 2022 at 2:32 PM UTC
you paint your fingernails
i put my fine suit on
Oh, it's going out of style babe
and everything is on sale
Sep 1, 2022
Sep 1, 2022 at 9:01 AM UTC
this wave of sadness hit me now,
no-where seemes a happy place to be now
it hurts to breathe,
it hurts to listen,
it hurts to speak,
it hurts...
it just hurts to exist
its not an even experience
it neither is overwhelming
i feel all these emotions bubbling
but nothing seems to leave me
no drab
no tear
no grab
no fear
i'm free and lonely
i'm free and hurt
i'm free and non-existent
i'm happy to be free and
unhappy when i'm here
i'm free and many things,
many things but happy.
Jun 1, 2022
Jun 1, 2022 at 2:38 PM UTC
he waltz in the room
she waited for him
she was a harlot;
he was her redemption.
Jul 4, 2021
Jul 4, 2021 at 10:57 AM UTC
in all the delusions and
all the illusions
lies the unknown.
Jun 21, 2021
Jun 21, 2021 at 1:42 PM UTC
he waltz in the room
she waited for him
she was a harlot;
he was her redemption.
Jun 16, 2021
Jun 16, 2021 at 2:42 AM UTC
listen to the old man
he is here
he is your fate
he is who you are under
the tight skin
from dawn to dusk.
he has creepy
perplexing eyes
of experience,
with nerves not working
and legs that
don't support him anymore.
Apr 2, 2021
Apr 2, 2021 at 4:09 AM UTC
i am broke
i am alone
all i see is dust
in unsettling desire
in temptation
of a better place,
a better view.
Mar 30, 2021
Mar 30, 2021 at 4:21 AM UTC
the half of it
i say
half of it .
how can i love you more
when i know
i invested myself completely
in the person who broke me
before you
and how do i trust you,
you won't break me ?
promises aren't a thing
when life's at brink
words are mere words
emotions don't stand with them.
Mar 8, 2021
Mar 8, 2021 at 7:21 AM UTC