To live is to forget our futures and look forward to our past.
Aug 2, 2025
Aug 2, 2025 at 10:41 PM UTC
Watching these inner thoughts.
Are the craters of humanity folding in?
They cheer, they laugh, they grin.
I sit, I stare, I’m dim.
I stare at a shelf full of resolve.
I have nothing left to give.
Maybe this should be my last.
The last of my first sip.
Mar 26, 2025
Mar 26, 2025 at 8:45 PM UTC
I’ve spoken my truth but the melody you hear is never so smooth.
Crackling of the glass, shattering of the base beneath your feet.
I’ve stepped back and you’ve retreated back towards your heart.
You’ve cut the thread.
Red silk linen torn into minute shreds.
Red pigments contaminated with bitter lead.
Lacerations paint me dark cause I gave you space to focus my love for you but you perceived it as it wasn’t strong enough to hold on to you.
Dec 27, 2021
Dec 27, 2021 at 2:07 PM UTC
I choose to be incorrect in this moment.
To lay in bed with my sins.
To unveil the red bottle of champagne that has been fermenting on the counter hidden in the locked away room.
I choose to fall in love with your silky brown buttered eyes.
Your cinnabar coated lips.
Your cream flavored skin.
To sing along to the crescendo of your thighs.
To ride the waves of disaster to the burning of my home.
Reconstruction is not present in my mind.
I’ll keep igniting as long as these feelings don’t subside.
Dec 13, 2021
Dec 13, 2021 at 10:36 AM UTC
I put my fingers to this screen, pen to paper, a retrospect connecting two beings.
I paint modern Latin into charcoaled emotions. Digital inked expressions raging to be exclaimed.
A grey ball burst into a colorful mess.
I’ve finally begin to enjoy the flow of images that have been clustered inside this membrane.
Scribe my boy, scribe with the madness that has detained you for an inconceivable amount of time.
I cry as this ecstasy is so refreshing and this sorrow is so sublime.
Dec 5, 2021
Dec 5, 2021 at 7:55 AM UTC
I pray upon the codes in time.
I beg the stars to shine for me.
To strut across the sky in recognition of my eyes.
The grey hands twirl around my spine.
Wringing me into the absence of light.
Nov 30, 2021
Nov 30, 2021 at 3:22 PM UTC
Fighting the curtain that’s closing over my heart.
I want to continue the act.
Let the light radiate my face one more time.
I want to experience the nervousness of all eyes peering onto me.
To overcome the bubble that sits in my throat.
I want to feel the ecstatic moment when my feelings are flushed on paper.
I can’t seem to halt this momentum.
It seems my passion is hinting at a finale.
Nov 30, 2021
Nov 30, 2021 at 8:30 AM UTC
It is not wrong to love someone endlessly.
To shatter in the thought of the loss of that person.
Cowering in fear of that person departing is a very natural reaction to have.
Loving myself hasn’t been enough for me.
I love her.
I think that is a courageous act to know that you love someone so much that if you were to lose them, it’s imminent that you would crumble.
I enjoy the thought of that.
I enjoy being in absolute love.
Nov 28, 2021
Nov 28, 2021 at 7:28 AM UTC
I refuse to know you through a digital point of view.
I wanna see you unfiltered on the first take.
I wanna hear the first words that sprouts from your mouth that you think is a mistake.
I wanna see you before coffee in the morning.
I wanna see you when you’re having a lousy day.
I wanna see the organic flawed person that show their true feelings.
Let me see the beauty behind the mask.
Your true self.
For human sake.
Nov 14, 2021
Nov 14, 2021 at 5:07 AM UTC
I’ve become selfish with my poems.
I’ve started not to care about the quality of them.
“That’s so beautiful” they would say.
Now I just want it to be unappreciated.
I don’t care for the oohs and awes.
Those are the times when I would write for others.
Now I write for myself.
This a ugly mess relating to only me.
To write about how I truly feel.
To care not what others think.
Like it or love it.
It’s no longer significant.
The long extended detail poems are contrary to how I feel now.
A man of few words.
The words I know are no longer adequate.
I am depressed and I never knew that poetry wouldn’t be enough to describe my situation.
It’s made me selfish. I don’t care to explain.
I just reluctantly strive to get over this ****
Nov 12, 2021
Nov 12, 2021 at 6:25 AM UTC