Twitching hands and fleeting feet.
Her voice like honey she whispers to me.
I can only wonder if she knows how it feels.
Does she know that it stings?
A tainted adaptation and a hearing that rings.
It gets louder and louder as I push her away.
The beast grows stronger day after day.
All alone, I weep for myself.
I forgot who I am and I won't accept help.
I can only tremble in my apologetic daze.
Friends without faces speaking words that don't faze.
Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 8:44 AM UTC
Crimson drops on the twin box spring,
My loved ones disgraced in the opening of veins.
I am happy to be alive, lucky to be breathing.
Why, then, do I feel unworthy of this second chance?
Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 10:30 AM UTC
Why would a Venus fly trap be sour when it could be sweet?
Why would Diablo have horns when he could have ****
Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 9:59 AM UTC
Everybody thinks they tell it, but nobody seems to hold it.
Like the owner of the golden goose up and sold it.
I see great forests cleared for department stores.
Kinda makes me wonder what our forefathers fought for.
I believe society is addicted to gore,
We accept the History books like some common folklore.
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 9:58 AM UTC
And I continue trying to pawn it.
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 9:00 AM UTC
Last night I woke in a cold sweat.
Heart slamming against chest,
facing sharp, hard regret.
In my dreams I was in bed with you,
in a great white house.
Just across the hall, was the King of the Jews.
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 8:56 AM UTC
I'm sitting down, so why am I sweating?
A constant cycle of your reminding, and me forgetting.
I need to lie down. My mind is heavy in my skull.
Your mouth is moving, but my eardrums are full.
Petty thoughts take a substantial grip on my heart.
Can we just go again, perhaps take it from the start.
Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 9:16 AM UTC
The music climbs inside my empty shell and fills me up with fountains of color and swirling geometrical patterns, becoming a vortex ready to touch down as soon as the gentle bristles kiss the rough canvas.
Oh, the canvas!
My life raft in a sea of faceless, indifferent individuals who exclude any person with the sense to push back against their idiocy. Anyone strong enough to demand answers.
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 11:26 AM UTC
Her needle breaks my skin and she runs her course through bulging
veins.
Just like thick Codeine syrup, she minimizes any evidence or memory of pain.
Throughout my shadowy existence she is a vibrant sun, and she knows **** well she's the only one.
Relief.
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 9:34 AM UTC
When white men spit hatred through spiteful lips,
what will you do? Will you raise your fists?
When a white man kills a black teen without blinking,
will you turn from protests to riots without even thinking.
You want to prove something?
Prove that there is nothing a white man could do to break the black community.
Show that you will never fight fire with fire. Keep MLK alive, let him live in your city.
Beat hatred unconscious with love, and drown it in peaceful protest.
For, Mike Brown's death was only a test.
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 9:04 AM UTC