you are a bathtub of balloons.
lines of tears angels left on
the counter above the cabinet
your prescribed reasons used to stay.
a hot shower away,
from fixing your lovers face
with teeth cut lips.
blaming the steam
for all the red in
your half truths.
teachings of sorcery
mothers enchant their wombs in.
a lesson to the future
of how destiny was born
tied to
something greater.
two fingers looked for god
in the galaxy between your legs.
an altered state of awareness
passed around like the last hit
everyone wants.
you are 'fuck it'
you are 'fuck me'
you are 'fuck this'
a function unto yourself,
embraced
unashamedly by passion.
you are ******* revelry.
politeness tiptoes
at the edge of your spirit,
tamed tirelessly through stares
and the longing of freedom.
you do not have the keys.
we are candor,
casually exchanging giggles
at fear's table;
ravaging silliness naked.
splendor sprawling back,
upwards to you and i.
i,
a gang of sighs and of panting.
a church of wonder;
a held promise of sequels.
together our names produce dua;
an etched ancient time.
society:
a middle finger
we **** rigorously.
the lust of nations who dared
before us and are yet to come.
we lived in visions.
a moment from forever will appear,
with us deemed illegal.
chests pressed to eternity,
the melody will
thud
thud
thud
risks are for lovers.
Jul 27, 2014
Jul 27, 2014 at 5:46 PM UTC
*i remain forbidden in forests.
a crown of thorny ventricles.
mend yourself to me dear.
this practice i call stichcraft.*
Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 2:10 PM UTC
make peace with the pieces
read fingers like pages.
print your ideals on karma.
forget the sound of loss.
pray your presence into being.
carry your struggles on wind.
a hollow silence eerie.
the common constant
concerned only with thought.
mind mouthing reasons,
behind the affront
of being heard.
head heavy & compressed,
there is lead between my ears.
eyelids stapled to the floor.
amassed angst,
my gravity consumes me.
Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 2:01 PM UTC
i think you like me
but you are afraid
of hurricanes.
you have never met someone
who has outlived
a natural disaster.
Jul 16, 2014
Jul 16, 2014 at 4:46 PM UTC
did you know
the shade of
your skin
appropriates some behavior
and not others?
your world
already knows how
to treat you
nameless one
Jul 16, 2014
Jul 16, 2014 at 4:43 PM UTC
i want to dance at the tip
of your tongue
and have you try pronounce
feelings you thought
did not exist.
i will make you a love linguist.
Jul 16, 2014
Jul 16, 2014 at 4:40 PM UTC
god is a broken window
please let breath in tomorrow
monarch butterflies nest on the crown of my soles,
heels too eager to fly
crushed heavy in religious longing
pavements hiss loud colours,
i’m bottling it up again
you ask what
like
like you’ve forgotten you kiss storms
with those amnesiacs lips
fire presses the stairs of your spine
giggles clicking into place,
come soon
midnight pale and soft for us,
home is dark but true
clutch your insides like pearls,
barbwire smile,
a hollow cast of awards
you didn’t deserve,
marking them ‘ex’
encore
*stage screaming a seduction
of violent,
how could you
i loved you*
scene
Jul 16, 2014
Jul 16, 2014 at 4:37 PM UTC
cause sometimes I count
all the ways you couldn’t
have existed
and always end up
back at square one;
you
Jul 16, 2014
Jul 16, 2014 at 4:34 PM UTC
you shatter like rain clouds,
heave like thunder,
feeling the lightning
trickle down the heaven
of your face
as you taste the ashes
of the promises they made
washing your mouth with wind,
your heart beats like a hurricane
and the monsoon in your mind
leaves your soul ashore
to feel the defiant lump
in your throat
sink once more
splinters of snow
blanket your bones
and an icy chill
remembers you spoke
nothing
of forgiving seasons
Jul 16, 2014
Jul 16, 2014 at 4:32 PM UTC
i exist in the 4th dimension
you got stuck in the 3rd
cause you didn’t stop
to think for a 2nd
if it was not the 1st time
you had been lied to
Jul 16, 2014
Jul 16, 2014 at 4:28 PM UTC