A labyrinth of
cause and effect,
building blocks to make
The once wild view
distorted by harsh concrete
But such beautiful weeds
Meander through the cracks
Blossoming into
Unsuspecting flowers who
Struggle towards the light
That stung my eyes
The translucent film that once
Made the world a hazy existence,
Where I toed the line between
Life and death.
Dipping my toe over
The edge.
You tore it
and
The sun blinded me.
Plato’s final prisoner
But now I bathe
In the
Light
Aug 28, 2019
Aug 28, 2019 at 6:29 PM UTC
who knows if
this is just a game for you
whether your coming and going
like shuffling cards
will deal me out
when your fun is over
am I just
a constant
something to carelessly toss
like dice
unsure of the result
only caring for the thrill of the moment
is it love,
my love?
or is it just a gamble?
Jan 22, 2019
Jan 22, 2019 at 5:42 PM UTC
I want someone
Who will send me flowers on a Tuesday
And drive at 2am to hold me when I’m the furthest from being okay
Someone who will call just to say something reminded them of me
And know exactly what coffee I need to get through the day
I need someone
Who understands that when I try to push them away
I need them the closest
Someone who will look into my tired eyes
And tell me I’m beautiful even though I feel the furthest thing from it
I need someone
Who wants to know every vice, every moment that stains my past
Like tea on a childhood treasure map
Connecting the points
Silently accepting
That I’m far from perfect
But loving me anyway
I want you to look into my eyes and feel the fluorescent haze of the city evaporate, for time to stop like it does in the movies. Kisses in the rain. But movies are fiction, and I feel defeated for wanting a love that just doesn’t exist.
Well maybe it does
Just not from you.
Dec 30, 2018
Dec 30, 2018 at 9:23 AM UTC
how often
do I cross your mind
I wonder
as my mind is simply you
you do not worship at my altar
nor any at all
you are too free
perhaps I only weigh you down
Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 6:58 PM UTC
who is it
that wanders through the darkroom of your heart
who is it
imprinted on each photo
head tilted back
wry smile playing on her lips
I cannot tell
for sometimes she looks a lot like me
then others
I am so far from being enough for you
that a day without me easily slips by
I feel your beauty stems from not belonging to anything
or anyone
Am I trying to trap a firefly
And dilute its glow to fuel my embers?
Is each "I love you" pulling you closer to earth
when you were born to fly
Dec 11, 2018
Dec 11, 2018 at 7:06 PM UTC
Red skittles
In my clenched fist
Holding on so tightly
That the dye bleeds
Crimson in my palm
I feel myself
Getting heavy at the wrists
As I cling on
No matter how my autonomy seeps
Into your waiting hands
Am I the sweet tang
Of sugar coated lust?
How many other delights
Have you tasted?
Do you crave me?
Sep 28, 2018
Sep 28, 2018 at 5:17 PM UTC
At first you made me feel
celestial
now I can feel
the force
of the universe
heavy
on my back
and
I
cannot
move
on
Sep 25, 2018
Sep 25, 2018 at 7:10 PM UTC
and from the bones
you exposed
sprout the stems
of hopeful wildflowers
stretching towards
a new sun
Aug 29, 2018
Aug 29, 2018 at 5:35 PM UTC
Do not trust me
With your heart
As hands do sculpt
With careless anticipation
Of fine art
And the pressure
My thumbs knead into your form
Might distort imperfections
And fashion falsehood
Do not trust me
With your mind
I have stuff of nightmares
Lurking beneath the bed
And whilst I curl my toes from the edge
The sweet stench of your perfume
Sends them reeling into crazed hunger
As it does me
And I cannot control them
Do not trust me
To allow you to bridge the gap between our minds
And plough carelessly through meadows I have populated
Tending to crops I have reared from seed
For they are mine
I do not belong to you
But perhaps
You might stay a while
Wandering romance
Aug 26, 2018
Aug 26, 2018 at 7:12 PM UTC
the fluorescent haze of midnight in the city
observent, patient, longing
hands cradling nectar
caffeinated teeth pulling at the flesh of your lips
intergalactic mind
smattered with careless constellations
I think my gravity has been stolen
my symbiotic smile
stems from the curl of your lips
I think my autonomy is buried with my rationality
The husk of Persephone’s fruit
Stale on my tongue
I bathe in the honeyed promises that ooze
until liquid fills my lungs
and I am consumed
Aug 18, 2018
Aug 18, 2018 at 6:03 PM UTC