Shouts and hollers in the streets
wished I was between the sheets,
uninvited words through lips
I surly did not want to kiss,
a gentle touch a bit too low
but gentle a face is proudly bestow,
those once loved in passing times
also claimed these parts of mine
to grab and shake as one may please
‘cause I had no authority,
power figures misused reign
told me I have none to gain,
“I gave you this, I gave you that,
I’ll tell you how to pay me back”
It’s all displayed, my big debut
with all these women I say, “me, too.”
Oct 17, 2017
Oct 17, 2017 at 12:51 PM UTC
Melodies flutter from her throat
as her mouth moves in slow motion
Her gaze never breaks,
she's singing directly to me
I start to mouth words I don't know
Hypnotized by pictures in my head
My god, I swear I'm dead
Jul 5, 2017
Jul 5, 2017 at 10:44 AM UTC
Pull us apart
we have a decadent center
melting strands between us
but I've felt the snap
of a tug too hard
Our roots are truly intertwined
like our legs under the sheets
goosebumps invade my skin,
the sheets are gone
and you've disappeared
like sand between my fingers
all I have is the warmth of your ghost
and the stale smell of your cologne
on the pillow--
like a drug, I let it consume my senses
and I drown in the illusion
to see you again
Apr 13, 2017
Apr 13, 2017 at 9:37 PM UTC
I know you now as I perceive
what stands before my eyes to see
but when the sun and moon switched places
I woke to unfamiliar faces
Each door I opened, a new world breached
I tried my hardest not to weep
I've met you nearly a dozen times
and never will I call you mine
'cause all my trials came closer to
the world that feels like a dream with you
but never has one felt like home
I'm wide awake inside this dome
sleep gives nothing more to gain
a blackhole living inside my brain
Oct 25, 2016
Oct 25, 2016 at 7:27 PM UTC
Words like sand, I've choked on each
decide my mouth is where I'll keep
those sentences I dare not say
'cause I don't want to anyway
There's something deep that's holding back
the sense of what I think I lack
that's making me feel stuck in skin
walls that I'm not truly in
I question who I am in here
and what I see inside my mirror
Is this what I've worked so hard for
to settle into nothing more
than what I know and not the chance
to learn new trades, to make my stance
If so, then I shall not drink wine
to cleanse this scratching throat of mine
'cause there's no point to speak aloud
when all I've done is settled down
Oct 9, 2016
Oct 9, 2016 at 11:23 PM UTC
With melodies floating through our lonesome hearts,
we created a symphony the day your lips touched mine
The cadence of our songs intertwined like roots in the soil,
and bloomed into a beautiful composure of strings
Moments of intensity and passion sung by the brass
and solemn woes whispered by the woodwinds
all lead by the percussion's constant beat
When I stop to listen to the song that we nurtured
I can't hear a single note or rhythm
because my heart has stopped a thousand times
from your ability to smile with your eyes
your comforting embrace wrapped around mine
or your endless wonder I can't contain
and I have to remember how to breathe once more
to hear our symphony play what my heart couldn't
Oct 9, 2016
Oct 9, 2016 at 10:57 PM UTC
Time has changed our beings and the miles tore apart
the bond that we once had pulsing through our youthful hearts,
And though I have not witnessed flesh of yours until this year,
you still felt just as familiar as the days I hold so dear
The memories of childhood are slowly trickling back
The span of when we gave no cares and treaded our own track,
And all of this I want to share and relive one more time,
to prove that all these miles we have conquered don't define
But life has placed its hands in the middle of our path
and cradled you away before I had the chance to say, "At last"
Aug 6, 2016
Aug 6, 2016 at 10:54 AM UTC
I stand in front of you with a bouquet of brittle bones
that crumble in the grip of my trembling hands
and fall like grains of sand in an hour glass
One by one, they grace the floor by my feet
until I drown in all the broken yesterdays, sullen todays, and disheartening tomorrows--the love we once thought we knew
From the debris, I emerge naked and pure
like the Phoenix rises from its own ash;
creation from cremation
I look down to see those sad bones of mine
to find a hand in the midst, grasping for my own
Is it you or the previous version of myself--does it matter?
Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 6:20 PM UTC
Somber as black and pure as white,
two are one at the end of the night
The isle is walked, vows are said,
tears are dripping from everyone's head
Lace is delicate as the wind,
flowing effortlessly over her skin
He grazes her like a blooming field,
admires all that she has to yield,
but hidden behind that veil she wears
is something he cannot seem to bear
The face revealed is not the same
as the one he seems to claim
to love as long as he may breathe
and love even more while six feet deep
The face he sees is one obscured
by premonitions he's once heard
He turns to the left to walk alone,
the isle that's meant for two to roam;
He journeys on his own to realize what just occurred:
he flipped the veil to witness his face plastered onto hers
May 21, 2016
May 21, 2016 at 1:15 PM UTC
Driving down the highway to a place that's not in mind,
late at night, I've lost the sun and all concept of time
The clock strikes twelve, a new days comes, but the past still flashes by,
I cruise through stills of yesterdays, the film strip becomes my guide
All of those I used to know come grace my passenger seat
One by one they visit, tell a tale, leave, repeat
Insanity is all that I can think of to explain
These moments can't be real, perhaps a product from my brain,
But oh, how real these flashes are, almost to the touch,
which makes me realize all that I am missing way too much
I'll never speak to what I've seen that's packed in the canister
And never will they be exposed by developer and fixer
Apr 3, 2016
Apr 3, 2016 at 8:16 PM UTC