i awoke at the sign of
obsession
nor can i recall
the incision of such
a poisonous blank stare
into dusk the anguish
and disgust embedded into
subconscious lucid atmos
has got to remain at
a sincere halt
as the .25 percent
of whole that i feel
can't even express how
low that is
a lack of oxygen
impairs neurons to
reciprocate any
negativity
a deep breath
diluted vision
and a memory of
passionless lust
is
awareness
Oct 29, 2015
Oct 29, 2015 at 4:21 AM UTC
love is seeping
through the walls
again
a desire left unkempt;
waiting for her
to say
it's okay
Jul 30, 2015
Jul 30, 2015 at 11:18 PM UTC
i watched her wash away
the blood from her fingertips
amazed
she looked
with an
amorous gaze
what are you afraid of
Jul 30, 2015
Jul 30, 2015 at 11:15 PM UTC
she claims me as
hideous departure
an object of pure disgust
an extension of myself
weathered from wrinkled fingertips
Jun 20, 2015
Jun 20, 2015 at 10:29 PM UTC
i long for her
like the sea
to the ocean floor
she waves over me
and consumes me whole
Jun 20, 2015
Jun 20, 2015 at 10:28 PM UTC
incisions
of daily
precognitions
fault line
into my dreams
where it's
destiny
here in pure formation
her love &
understanding
Jun 20, 2015
Jun 20, 2015 at 10:26 PM UTC
dreams of triumph
yet still going
unnoticed
in wariness
they clap
im not what they expected
Jun 20, 2015
Jun 20, 2015 at 5:19 AM UTC
she craves to
be noticed
i crave for her
noticeably
the purest
of words
can't
At hallow out
a glance the tainted
she can practicality
shift
planets
as a soft passage
brushes against
my sighs
tenacious
i am left
indifferent
enamored by
understanding
sincerest of me
encountering
unusual
receptivity
Jun 20, 2015
Jun 20, 2015 at 5:13 AM UTC
so many feel
not enough sleep
picking up the puzzle pieces
and quickly throwing them
back down farther away
where i become oblivious
to what had happened
the night before..
i woke up lying
in a bed of roses
crushed shoulders
and numb fingertips
i sworn it had been
a humble beginning
her sweet voice
of calming
with that glazed over
look in my eyes
she plucks at petals carefully
with expert precision
apart from lacking in
any real sleep
it as in the fire
was nothing but
a prickly cactus
a stone hedge maze mirage
Jun 20, 2015
Jun 20, 2015 at 5:04 AM UTC
I protected summer
she broke down in winter
and now
there's no turning back
and with one breath
of her
body and sound
it'll be
Gone.
She's
set up
for
Destruction
and yet i nearly fell
with how well
she carries
herself
Uplifting
she has brought
my stern face
to a halt
its been
so long
since
i've
twisted
A
grimace
Jun 20, 2015
Jun 20, 2015 at 4:36 AM UTC