i nourish and swaddle a terrifying loss inside of me. feed it when starved and pretend its evil isn't being projected in front of my biased eyes.
unsatisfied.
deprived of the will to push something out of my throat, a whimper. an amber spotlight directed in a lovers' eye.
a deeply exaggerated mood. it's false manner suffocating the enlightenment that comes from being brave.
i will be brave.
brave for the perpetual satisfaction of a wave slapping a wet shore, an infinite amount of sunrises and sunsets. i will be brave for the last breathe to scrape out of a once living being.
i nourish and swaddle a terrifying love inside of me.
Jun 16, 2017
Jun 16, 2017 at 2:23 AM UTC
You'll never know...
When you'll be head over heels
The most enchanting feeling in the world
Your unknown desires, it reveals
A current in you will endlessly twirl
You'll never know...
When happiness fills your heart
Having a precious bundle of joy in your arms
You'll realize in your life, he's the most important part
Not forgetting, he'll make the best morning alarms
You'll never know...
When your heart will be scrunched
Like a ball from a piece of paper
Feels like your chest is being ruthlessly punched
Your skin peeled off with a serrated scraper
You'll never know...
When a friend will turn his back
Whose hand you held, all these years
Intentionally causing an emotional attack
In disbelief, you gather invisible tears
You'll never know...
When you'll be caught in an unexpected plight
Daily reflections occur, due to lack of wisdom
To ease your dark path, you yearn for a ray of light
Nothing much you can do except to crave for freedom
You'll never know...
When the time comes, you might bleed to death
Tears will flow drowning your skin
As you breathe your last breath
You wish you had more time to atone for your sins
Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 5:40 PM UTC
my whole body was screaming at me to go dance
in the rain
to let my skin get soaked
to let my clothes cling to my frame
i wanted to feel the wet leaves between my toes
i wanted my wet hair to cling together in certain places that would never cling together again,
to twirl around like i was a ballerina
or a lost little girl
finding something she has always been looking for
i simply wanted to let my body
be controlled by nature
and not by man
but as soon as i made up my mind
the rain had stopped
someday i will dance in the rain
and i will forget
everything.
Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 4:20 PM UTC
I met a genius on the train
today
about 6 years old,
he sat beside me
and as the train
ran down along the coast
we came to the ocean
and then he looked at me
and said,
it's not pretty.
it was the first time I'd
realized
that.
Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 3:40 PM UTC
Sad. and it comes
tomorrow. again, grey the streaks
of work
shredding the stone
of the pavement, dissolving
with the idea.
of singular endeavor. herds, the
herds
of suffering intelligences
bunched,
and out of
hearing. though the day
come to us,
in waves
sun, air, the beat of the clock
though I stare at the radical world,
wishing it would stand still.
tell me,
and i gain at the telling of the lie and the waking against the heavy breathing of new light, dawn
shattering the naïve cluck of feeling.
what is tomorrow
that it cannot come today?
-Leroi Jones
Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 10:54 PM UTC