If you’re reading this
I am already dead
Cherish each line
As you consume
my last reflections
Picture my thoughts
Sliding through my pen
And wonder
What I am wondering
As I spread myself
Into this letter
I will explain
About my dreams
I will finally admit
That I fell into your eyes
And shivered at your broken pieces
Because inside was too twisted
To climb out
I hope you are not let down
That I cannot cure you
And all you have left of me
Is this column of words
Feb 17, 2014
Feb 17, 2014 at 2:15 AM UTC
We drank our wine in silence
And did not poke our pasta
I wanted to stare a second longer
Into your eyes
But then you would say "what"
And I did
Not feel like explaining
That I only liked
You for the color of your eyes
And how confused they seemed
When you looked
Everywhere else
But me
Feb 3, 2014
Feb 3, 2014 at 2:54 AM UTC
Half the time I’m alone at night
But this time
I was barefoot
On the marsh
When the sky dimmed to 3 a.m.
And I felt nothing!
Because there was no wind
Smoke dripped
From my mouth
Nothing there
To carry it away
Only a few stars
Showed up
And the moon
Was too delicate
Shying behind
The clouds
Because, I guess
It was only a crescent tonight
Feb 3, 2014
Feb 3, 2014 at 2:40 AM UTC
Thoughts creep so slowly
Dust wafts so quietly
I did not even flutter inside
And my mind stayed still
Like cold bath water
It was so easy,
It felt regal.
Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 3:06 PM UTC
She's the type of mystery
Who ****** into you
With a barbed hooking
You never know if she's going to stab your lovesick heart
Or just stab you.
Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 2:56 PM UTC
New
Is not
Always
Better
But,
Everyone wants to **** a ******
Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 2:53 PM UTC
If you tell me I'm meaningful
Then **** you
The loyalty fades
When her zipper starts unhooking
And you hum to her smile
Leaving no thoughts for our flickers
Jan 17, 2014
Jan 17, 2014 at 10:03 PM UTC
I’m the frog’s first love.
She is my first hate.
While she masks herself in ambiguity,
I look from the stretches of dream.
I want a flower’s outwardness, she said––
With a counterfeit smile.
And I believed in lover’s luck,
Because her eyes made me hot;
Slowly,
Like the wax beneath the candlewick slowly deliquescing.
You’re welcome to my ways, she said.
And my choices snickered.
There were bloodstains on white couches,
But my fantasies were ruled––
Through split second stares.
For I have left my mind, and put on love.
She remained bare.
The time’s ripe for a roaring girl––
To devastate me,
And leave me to drown in my own dust.
The end we all love.
Jan 7, 2014
Jan 7, 2014 at 11:11 PM UTC
He is like a virus I wish I never encountered
snuggling under my skin
digging his nails inside my veins
clamping on to my insides
the longer i allow it, the harder it is to remove
i try to scrape out all the residue
but he always grow back
Building a cement house inside my soul
leaving me swollen
congested with anticipation
I can't escape this sickness
The more I regress the more illuminated it gets
It feeds off my sorrow
Slurps up my happiness
And leaves me with nothing
Just a body with cold blood inside
I like it better this way
I rather feel nothing instead of this
You love me?
I am tortured by you.
Oct 16, 2012
Oct 16, 2012 at 11:56 PM UTC
Tie yourself up
Seal it with a lock
Keep everyone away
Smell like honeysuckles
Scrape your skin
Walk through walls
Disappear
When you finally accept
When you finally decide
When you finally don't want
That's when they find you
I strip myself down to nothing
Cloth me in your love
Oct 16, 2012
Oct 16, 2012 at 11:54 PM UTC