alabaster flesh
crumbles at your touch
and streams of pure feeling
flow through the cracks
blow breath into my lungs, and
invade me with your warmth
let your blood run through my veins
my heart pounding at your touch
I am yours to use, please
put me to your ends
my body is yours to shape,
take my flesh your hands
be my sculptor, love
make me what I am
Jan 17, 2021
Jan 17, 2021 at 9:21 PM UTC
Is this your body?
it isn't mine.
I think I must be wearing your skin
Because all I want to do is tear it off
Piece by bleeding piece
Take it back please
Jan 15, 2021
Jan 15, 2021 at 6:03 PM UTC
I wish I could fall, love,
Into your embrace
And feel you envelop me
But I have been captured
By time and these walls
I have built to protect me
Don't wait for me, my love,
The rain is falling
Don't let your time wash away
Jan 12, 2021
Jan 12, 2021 at 8:18 AM UTC
the trickling stream
in cool bliss, I close my eyes
my mind is floating
Jan 10, 2021
Jan 10, 2021 at 10:37 PM UTC
I will never be normal enough for you,
so **** your normal
Jan 5, 2021
Jan 5, 2021 at 5:42 PM UTC
Before, I was different.
Tomorrow, I will be different than I am today.
Even so,
I hope that I will remember what I was like
After today has faded into yesterday.
That I will not forget what it was to be me
In this present moment
Because once tomorrow comes, today will be forever trapped behind the pane of glass that separates present from past.
I want to remember how to feel that which can no longer be touched, to see that which is no longer visible, to hear that which is no longer audible.
Then, maybe
I won't have to spend so long staring through that impenetrable pane of glass
Because I will remember
Nov 2, 2020
Nov 2, 2020 at 6:39 AM UTC
Why do I always wear blue
Rain jackets
On sunny summer days
And pretend . . .
The stormy weather is only in my mind
Nov 2, 2020
Nov 2, 2020 at 6:21 AM UTC
It's all going to be okay
It's all going to be okay
It's all going to be okay
that's what I keep telling myself
even though I know
no one's here to stop my tears
from trickling down
and drip drip dropping from my chin
It's all going to be okay
It's all going to be okay
It's all going to be okay
Oct 16, 2020
Oct 16, 2020 at 1:36 AM UTC
cracked and ashen dying tree
cold and broken, our anguished keen
roots unsevered lead the way
to time’s ending, and daylight stay
four undoing must be five
what has withered, can be revived
Aug 17, 2020
Aug 17, 2020 at 4:28 AM UTC
I'm running.
I have been for a while, I think.
I'm just trying to find a place
Where joy outweighs my suffering
I don't think it's real, though.
Not really.
If It existed, I would already have it
Because it's all in your head, as far as I can tell.
There's no "where" better than "here"
Because here is the only where there is.
****
Jul 29, 2020
Jul 29, 2020 at 6:22 PM UTC