I sit here at 2am
wanting to talk to you
because I can’t sleep.
These thoughts are keeping me up
and I swear I’m losing myself because of them,
I feel so empty and so cold
the only thing keeping me warm is
the smoke from this burning cigarette.
Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 2:08 AM UTC
he is not heaven. he is not a deep breath of fresh air after being
trapped inside for so long he is suffocation. when his saturated fingers
touch me I am filled with a never ending fire that keeps me
awake until two a.m. and makes me question everything I've
ever believed. he likes to swear up and down on the metal cross
around his neck and pretend he is God when he looks at me.
his kisses are never filled with love they are filled with narcotics
and taste like a bittersweet kind of hatred. he smokes quietly and
slowly inhaling every toxic fume and making clouds
big enough to convince you that they are skies. everything about him
screams shades of cool he is blue he is black his smile is gold
his eyes are grey and he is the color spectrum at its darkest.
he speaks quietly and laughs loudly and cries silently when
he thinks nobody can hear him. I wake up every morning to the
sound of tiny bullets of water scorching his back but he
likes the burn so I do not say a thing. he loves the way I sing
and teases me endlessly and whispers ****** things when
our friends are around because he is an exhibitionist.
I do not know what this is. I do not know who he is.
but at the same time I do not know who I am either,
we are cataclysmic together and wreak havoc wherever we go
but there is something so beautiful about what a disaster
we are together that i do not want to say goodbye.
he is the lover I never have to worry about loving back
and that if nothing else matters
(h.l.)
11.25.15
Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 1:51 PM UTC
As I looked up all I was able to see were the stars and the cold air leaving my mouth as I was breathing. My body felt numb and there were no more tears left to cry. I trusted him and all he did was bring my world into flames. I thought he cared for me just like I cared for him but his feelings were never the same. As I was laying there my mind went back to the memories. The way he made me feel free, safe, like someone actually cared for me. How can someone like him just easily forget and leave behind something like this. I don’t know what to feel at this point but all I know is that as the months pass by I’m gonna lose myself and my mind slowly and painfully.
Nov 21, 2015
Nov 21, 2015 at 4:28 AM UTC
If you spit blood
while brushing your teeth:
it could be a sign
of gum disease.
And if you feel
pain and distress
it might be a sign
that you're depressed.
And if you are
anything like me,
it could be a sign.
It might just be.
If you ache
and you don't know why,
it could be sign
that you need to cry.
And if you cry
and there's no relief,
it could be a sign,
that like a thief
life has taken its toll
and its becoming too much;
and now you've grown
cold to touch.
If this sounds
anything like you
it's probably a sign,
that there are two.
That together we fall.
and that what you're going through,
is nothing new;
so hold onto something,
anything,
and I will, too.
Nov 21, 2015
Nov 21, 2015 at 4:23 AM UTC
*Sometimes,
somewhere in my mind it scratches through the surface.
It eats me alive inside. So how is it that* I am *still apart of this life.
In mine,* Corruption
in my criminal mind leaves me NOT fine.
Chosen *to keep moving closer to my heart that can still be defined.
Inclined and unaligned through my spine,* I see the *story through my eyes and it pulls me behind.
My* world is unkind.
As *for this life
I used to fight,
and for I* never *shined.
So It's* FINE?
No, here I wine about the life of my corrupted minds.
May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 2:47 AM UTC
i will wade out
till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers
I will take the sun in my mouth
and leap into the ripe air
Alive
with closed eyes
to dash against darkness
in the sleeping curves of my body
Shall enter fingers of smooth mastery
with chasteness of sea-girls
Will i complete the mystery
of my flesh
I will rise
After a thousand years
lipping
flowers
And set my teeth in the silver of the moon
May 20, 2015
May 20, 2015 at 1:45 AM UTC
Our body and mind are our galaxy,
We are able to shine as bright as the brightest star in the sky
or as dim as the smallest star we spot.
But every galaxy has a black hole.
Our thoughts and feelings are our black hole.
It takes away our shine and it burns out our light.
Within seconds,minutes,weeks, and months we are lost in nothing
but darkness.
Trying to escape but not being able to get our light back.
We are lost and forever gone in our
Black Hole.
May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 5:59 PM UTC
•
you
secretly
wishing, for
your writes to be
noticed•simple sign
that they have not been
missed•with every view
and every like•your popu-
larity does spike•somewhat
places your art on the poetry
map•between major players,
you close the gap•constantly
checking to see who's been
reading•you're always deli-
ghted to see the *'yellow
lightning'*•a wish...
for those who
are writ-
ing
•
secretly hope not only for your words to be
reaching far and wide, but also... trending•
May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 12:19 AM UTC
The riddle of me
Is bullets of art
Shooting ink stains
In your heart
So you'll always love me
And my mentality
Is a mental breakdown
Of three things
Words, beats and rhymes
Ahead of my time
Thinking of blasting stars
Around your head
Knocked down
Out for the count
Going old school
Wylie getting chased around
On the road running
Laps at the speed of sound
Dropping TNT
Boom
Anvils like beats
Flattening you out
Gettin dizzy quickly
Spinnin and spinnin
Thinking freely
It's my territory
Down a black hole
Following the white
Rabid junk dealing
Cat selling smiles
Getting mad feeling
The wheels are turnin
Inside out
A needle sewn
Through the vane
Injection infection
Man in the mirror
It's a sight to see
Through the glass
Pictures like a memory
Before my rhymes crash
And you see the other side of me
Revealing my destiny
Going insane
I'm the only one to blame
The ink stains
They're smothering me
Slithering inside me
Covering my body
The only thing to see
Is my heart exposed
But you all love me
With these rhymes
And flows
A new era
Another time
A blast from the past
But I'm heading to the future
89 miles an hour
And I'll return
Brake checkin
With tire tracks that burn
With doc in an urn
To lure you in
Back to where it all begins
Tattoos of a heart
Deep within my skin
To replace the oxygen
Breathing nitrogen
Ink stained again
Graffiti trigger
Spraying art
Deadly sins
Bullets tearin you apart
But these are my words
And they come from the heart
May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 12:17 AM UTC
*I feel so tired
My body grows dire
And my brain leaks out,
The thoughts I doubt
My mind feels alone on this one way track,
My engineer doesn’t operate, and can’t reverse back.
It might be because he’s high.
He won’t come down,
No rope could ever reach where his mind has gone now.
And I just wonder how
He thinks he can drive,
80 miles an hour, with no intent to oblige
By the rules of the road
He drives all alone,
Away from the place he used to call home
Passing life around him,
Without a care to stop
The brakes were ripped out,
When his dreams got dropped
To shovel more coal into his fire,
Burning more fuel, with his green lighter
Inhaling each puff to escape the pain,
Because problems can't catch a runaway train*
May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 8:42 PM UTC