I've returned,
I've transformed,
I've found love and comfort,
I've sought out for the unknown,
only to realize that it is faster than me.
I've not yet discovered my true self,
my passions, my drive and my goals.
and yet, as I tread, growing tired,
I realize that sometimes the unknown
will remain unknown.
Jul 27, 2020
Jul 27, 2020 at 2:12 PM UTC
Sometimes I sleep
with my contacts on...
accidentally...
I can’t read the first letter
off of any eye exam sheet
“it’s all white”
“i can’t see it”
i cannot truly see through my eyes
as i cannot see much at all
the faces of my loved ones
my mother
my father
my sister
my lover
unless I put on two sticks
supporting themselves behinds my ears and hair that covers its contents
with two pieces of glass and it’s barrier
pressed against my nose
years go by
oh, my nose has a lump.
Aug 10, 2018
Aug 10, 2018 at 10:57 PM UTC
Walked to the bakery
bought some sweets
started to walk
back home
and noticed
blue and yellow markings
on the ground.
blue is for water
yellow is for what?
gas.
why do they spray paint
on the ground?
because it’s to mark the location
of pipes and other things down there
Aug 10, 2018
Aug 10, 2018 at 10:42 PM UTC
It’s chaos, sweetness
Some kind of confusion that
Unravels one’s mind
Dec 27, 2017
Dec 27, 2017 at 8:04 PM UTC
i am the epitome of annoyance
the definition
of helplessness
i write
in honor of the pieces of my heart dropped
scattered around like seeds in a garden
shattered like a child’s menagerie
thrown away like an empty bottle of gin on a Wednesday morning
I type
as a constant reminder that
I am alone
as the minuscule maniac I am
in this large yet minuscule world that I belong to
and will forever be
Dec 16, 2017
Dec 16, 2017 at 11:00 PM UTC
The molecular rat had come
Seeping into the ***** that pumps
The red plush through the body
In which you helped it ache, swell, implode
The bleeding blue-ish white in the body
Runs out of the mouth, nostrils and shoots the eyes to a passion.
The heartache of passion, the lust for love, the tender stench of ethereal beings
Deceiving
The swelling of my heart
The callous torture of my soul
The gangrene demise of my spirit.
Remember
the being I gave myself
with your faithful hiding
Remember
the bittersweet taste of the fruit of the inevitable
that we all call
death.
May 26, 2017
May 26, 2017 at 8:35 AM UTC
The jewels in her eyes
filled him, more than the size of a lexicon
that he couldn't even comprehend himself
with the pure rich flavor
of love
the sweetness of her purity
her hair was chocolate-like
with a pinch of honey
loved, wed, birthed, and fled
he did so
after the pearl they created
with an almost loveless love
bore from the gorgeous jewel
that shattered.
he had extracted her shine.
and now look where love got her.
he was now rich
May 26, 2017
May 26, 2017 at 8:29 AM UTC
Four, is my number for you
Possibly counting
I do flirt much with you,
My baby, Sue.
I know I say that Plath is good
Plath's own even said to me,
"Be dead and happy, or live to die"
Serpents lurk, but would rue the day they left me
To sulk in my own function
or diss function, as the doctor calls it
Sweet Sue, why have you left me?
I love you dearly
I quiver in fear without your company
You are the only true friend that I have
And yet, you abandon me
After I tried being with you
Over and over
Again.
You are the permanent solution
Of my temporary problems.
May 26, 2017
May 26, 2017 at 7:57 AM UTC