I've been to hell and back and I can
honestly tell you that the only consistency
is inconsistency
the only stability is instability,
the only perfection, imperfection.
Sep 25, 2017
Sep 25, 2017 at 8:11 PM UTC
I don't see the color in the flowers which line the path to a supposed never-ending fairytale.
Knight in shining plastic, melting with each step that I take.
I can't seem to shake the nightmare which depicts your heart slipping out of my hands;
Keeping it there is about as difficult as trying to grab water and cup it without letting it slip through the creases of my fingers.
Yet, just like the water falling through the cracks of my blank palms, the loss is inevitable.
Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 7:05 PM UTC
Your body is hard to the touch
but easy on the eyes.
I'm a *** slave in disguise, you don't
owe me anything more than your
throbbing companion.
Fed explanations filled with thrusts,
moans and scratches,
Resolutions created through the exhale
of your sleeping body.
I'm no more than a cage to poke your stick into and you want me to bite you out of frustration.
I'm reminded of my role: lay down. Shut up. Don't look at you. Take it. Roll over. Take it. Take it. Take it.
A drunken sigh of satisfaction sneaks out through your lips as if it was trying not to wake your tongue,
as any disturbance will cause my body to surrender to you, against any will I have left.
The desire to be the one you surrender to is slowly passing.
Because with each breath I hold, I find myself still gasping for air.
Apr 18, 2015
Apr 18, 2015 at 10:19 AM UTC
The memories are becoming extinct,
her dust has become not so magical
swept up in the corner of the dying tree
that once housed the imagination of
millions.
People are forgetting how to get back to Neverland.
Youth being torn out of their chests
with the force of Grendel.
Forts made of sheets and dining room
chairs transform into blank cubicles
with a broken fax machine.
Another day in the life of the
"wireless people", constantly living
in our technological limbo.
Second start to the left, straight on till' morning.
But the second star is missing and morning
never comes.
People are forgetting how to get back to Neverland.
Live fast, burn out... right?
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 11:45 AM UTC
I hope he doesn't get it on anything valuable.
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 11:39 AM UTC
I'll love you until the sun rises.
After that it won't matter anymore.
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 11:04 PM UTC
You loved me once
But never twice.
Never warmly, cold as ice.
It says sorry in your eyes
Somewhere between deception and the lies.
Now you're gone
And I'm here
Wiping tears from ear to ear
Don't come back, time to erase,
But I'll leave the door unlocked just in case.
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 10:48 PM UTC
He plays with my hair until his fingers get tangled,
I keep them there in fear that it's the last thing keeping us connected.
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 10:33 PM UTC
The willow tree looks like it's wilting more than usual today,
As if there are invisible weights tied around the branches dragging it towards the ground.
I don't see resistance in the branches; no apparent will to perk up.
It's given up.
This nature lies so strangely parallel to my life, as if the invisible weights reflect my stance in society.
Held back. Hard to break away. Difficult to want to make change.
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 10:28 PM UTC