What will never come again?
She asked me for days on end.
What will never be again?
She asked me for nights unending.
What will never become again?
She asked me with the future in her eyes.
Oct 17, 2018
Oct 17, 2018 at 2:04 PM UTC
What do I tell these boys?
Call them a prince,
and they are likely to be assassinated
for the thrones, they’ve yet to sit on.
Call them commoner
and we deny them growth and glory
we handcuff their dreams to mediocrity.
Call them pauper,
and they will live and die in gutters
ingesting poison, thinking this is all they deserve.
What do I tell these boys?
Find your voice and speak the truth.
Speak what you see, how you feel,
never swallow your own tongue.
Risk being called ungrateful
risk letting them know that your superpower is simply being educated.
risk letting every achievement become a new target for them be to aim at for.
Oct 16, 2018
Oct 16, 2018 at 7:57 PM UTC
She is dripping wet, standing outside my door.
The rain had been unkind, and had my words.
So many nights I’d been drunk off of her smile.
So many nights she’d been dragged through my lies.
I beat my hands upon the walls, wanting to break them.
So she could never again fit her fingers between mine.
But still she stood, rain soaked and stubborn.
Her voice like soft lightning, striking again and again.
That ****** giggle…
As if her pain were a laughing matter.
As if her love wasn’t misguided.
As if I weren’t the monster I thought I was/wanted to be.
That ****** giggle…
Broke me, cut me, crippled me, busted me wide open.
(Door swings open)
“Come in.”
Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 1:14 PM UTC
After 2 old fashions this conversation will lead to disaster.
I will become devilish and charming.
My slightly glazed eyes will see into your soul.
Or so you think.
The sunrise will greet us and reveal the truth.
But why bother.
Just let awkward silence do it’s job, and let the morning roll on.
Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 1:13 PM UTC
By her side, they found it.
As sunrise rose they saw.
Dilated eyes, cold lips,breathless.
Frantic but with fear, fingertips reach for the beckoning lid.
A gift? What lies inside?
Oh wait, a letter beside the body.
A letter with answers? or more questions.
It simply read, “It’s sad that I had to slice it up a bit to make it fit”.
Heart-shaped box?
What a joke…
Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 1:12 PM UTC
One of these days I simply won’t make it back home.
I’m already a half-hearted, half-broken, shell of who I thought I could be.
The thread that holds my fragile soul together has been wearing thin for far too long.
I’m withered and waning, constantly falling, yet unable to shatter myself.
Scraped and scared, these bruised limbs of mine carry a living ghost.
Haunting my own existence. My reflection refuses to meet me in the mirror.
Even my shadow follows at a distance, trying to avoid of boundless connection.
One of these days, one these days, the door won’t open, the key won’t fit, and I won’t wake up peacefully on my couch.
Is it inconceivable that my pride disallows me to fear these possibilities?
What should I be proud of?
Perennial past due, stale, rotting, falling to pieces yet still one.
Liquid fire poison runs through my veins while beer battered butterflies suffocate inside my stomach.
My lungs are covered in barbed wire while my heart is coated in novocaine.
One of these days I won’t make it home…
I hope no one cries, but I’d like it to rain.
-Ode to a black sheep in wolf’s clothing
Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 1:00 PM UTC
Life is uncomfortable.
So, your comfort-zone is invalid.
It does not exist.
It cannot defend you.
It cannot hide you.
It cannot shelter you.
Life is uncomfortable.
So get tough.
Become capable.
Become skillful.
Become determined.
Become fearless.
Life is uncomfortable.
So, eat, sleep, and make love.
Run, dance, and sing.
Dream of tomorrow.
Live for today.
Learn from yesterday.
Life is uncomfortable.
That is a fact.
But you are malleable.
You can change.
You can evolve.
You can make Life, what you want.
Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 1:00 PM UTC
She ate them by the handfuls.
Devours them without hesitation.
Sweet fruit, crimson coated lips.
Nourished desires, sated lust.
Her tongue lashed out, looking for my reply.
Quaking with anticipation, I lunged, a took hold of her.
Engaged in this mighty feast.
Devoured by her wants.
Ignoring my needs.
Enveloped by these strawberries.
Engulfed by these kisses.
I am consumed by her handfuls.
I am gone.
So sweet.
So savored.
So satisfied.
Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 12:59 PM UTC
Never again.
Too many times our paths have crossed, and no good has come of it.
Never again.
Too many wasted night, and wasted days,spent in arms and lips,wrapped in glares and under sheets.
Never again.
Too many times I’ve kept you close to my heart, poured your love/poison, inside of me.
Never, never,never again.
Will I let you slur my words, blur my vision, ******* my limbs, numb me…
It hurts.
How much…of a liar…I am.
“Come here darling,never again, will I let you go.”
Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 12:59 PM UTC
These ghosts who haunt my house
These memories who haunt my mind
These cold sweats at night, aches, and pains through dreaming.
I scoff at their jangling chains.
I scoff at their unresolved plights.
This is my house, my mind, my life.
Their haunting is unwelcomed.
Their pains are not my concern.
Their disrespect has earned my ire.
I am not so easily scared.
I will not be put out of place.
I shall extinguish these spectres with the fire of my will.
Torch and turned to ash, these ghost shall fade.
Respect the dead who respect death.
All others deserve no courtesy.
Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 12:59 PM UTC