we are the wild youth.
with lungs full of ocean water and ribs stained red with sunsets and roses
we have lilacs and honey dripping from our frozen fingertips
with watermelon smiles and candle wax eyes, we pull at our star dusted skin
and howl to the moon.
and with heads full of midnight and our veins swimming in twilight,
we dream our big dreams and pull down the stars, begging for our wishes to
come true
Sep 6, 2017
Sep 6, 2017 at 6:10 PM UTC
I've never been good at
Being touched.
Though the fingers
Of endless suitors
Have traced incomparable
Lines of affection,
They all stroke
The same wounds.
New hands feel like
Recycled lullabies,
Humming promises
Of a new melody,
Singing a remedy for
My impassivity.
Whether words fall
Passionate or
Fearful,
Endearment lines my lips
With an expiration
Long enough to convince me,
But short enough to leave me.
Reminding me:
The disintegration of
Indifference
Remains
My prerequisite
For destruction.
So before you
Touch me with
Promises of a new
Orchestration,
I'm already marking the
Days until you leave.
Because my skin
Is tired of
Intruders hidden
Behind momentary
Infatuation.
So keep your hands to yourself.
Jul 23, 2017
Jul 23, 2017 at 11:30 AM UTC
I'm scared of the tears
that I don't cry
The days like this
that I don't die
I'm scared of the pain
that slips my mind
It comes back harder
than what I left behind
©
Jul 22, 2017
Jul 22, 2017 at 10:55 AM UTC
The rich sense of loss
as I survey the squandered potential
of my degenerate life.
Poetry and music.
Women are intoxicated by me, and
men ascribe wisdom and courage to me.
Yet I sleep behind a dumpster each night,
unable to reconcile to the enterprise
of life
when the music stops and the laughter falls silent.
Jul 14, 2017
Jul 14, 2017 at 2:18 PM UTC
Don't judge me by my looks
And don't read me by the books
I am brash and I am kind
I am hard to define
I am bold. I am shy
I am grounded, but I fly
I love, and I give
I cradle, I forgive
Though soft I may feel
I am thunder, I am steel
I am smiles and I am laughter
I am happily ever after
I am tears and I am ache
I am a mess when I break
I hold tightly, but I know
When it's time to let go
I am dove, I am hawk
I am the rose and the rock
I am rain. I am sun
I am I. I am woman
Thank you all so much **
Jul 14, 2017
Jul 14, 2017 at 2:11 PM UTC
She is both,
hellfire and holy water.
And the flavor you taste,
depends on how you,
treat her.
Jun 30, 2017
Jun 30, 2017 at 9:03 AM UTC
The first time I thought about peeking at your social media,
but then didn't.
That was the moment it was over.
That was the moment I became my own again.
Jun 28, 2017
Jun 28, 2017 at 1:16 PM UTC
I remember the way
the alcohol
lubricated our words to each other
and she told me those three
poisonous words:
"I love you"
Except she added
my name to the end
to make sure I knew
how important it was.
"You're the only
person I've said that to,"
She told me that night
as we parted ways
The next day she told
me that it didn't count
and that she was being
dramatic
and I remained in place
amongst those
who function better
as shadows,
withering under her
light,
hoping to hear the
meaningless words
again.
Jun 27, 2017
Jun 27, 2017 at 10:35 AM UTC
I didn't even ask
To be your sun
Or your moon.
All I wanted
was to be
Your Sunday afternoons.
How many empty calendars spaces
I wasted,
Waiting for you.
Jun 25, 2017
Jun 25, 2017 at 1:17 PM UTC