You’re far too expensive to be pouring into people who could never drink
you in your fullness
Let me drink from your well as I replenish you with the fountain of all my goodness
May 18, 2021
May 18, 2021 at 10:45 AM UTC
Blue flame
Like the change of autumn leaves, my fireplace has turned to blue flames.
As I let your words tabernacle my vision,
I can only see what could be on the canvas of my heart once plain.
I anxiously wait as the sun sets for your greeting,
Should I knock on the fragile walls of our friendship, as you plaster over the hole that showed me what could be?
Torn between my blue passion and your request for no names,
Where is the window to let these butterflies free, where is the button to skip these autumn days?
If feeling were contagious, I would wrap you in the blanket of my illness,
Let you fall ill to the warmth of my heart
For if your request is to cure my love’s sickness,
Then my love, let me fall asleep slowly because this feeling has been one of the greatest.
Alone in a closed room, my air runs to you as I try to catch what’s left of my breath
Longing with a blood thirst for your crimson lips, let me taste the colours of your palette
But you keep to the wall and I to the bed, denying a taste of this pomegranate
I smile and you laugh and I stare knowing we’re not done yet
I silently and passionately burn blue,
Don’t be fooled by my colour as I change my hearts posture for you,
But before your frosted wings fan my fireplace blue
Answer me this? Why won’t you let yourself feel for me too
You told me you felt for me too, words that built a castle of hope in the sky
But by morning your words had been dipped in dye
“As friends”, you explained! Therefore I will not argue your lie as I help plaster over the hope in the wall
But some days I truly dream to see it all crumble and fall
It hurts to put out the flame, just to let the candle stick of our friendship wax tall
May 15, 2021
May 15, 2021 at 5:58 AM UTC
Sweet silver tongue
Builder of hope and of Nations undone
Whispers of light against the darkness beyond
Oppressive dictators, shackles of freedom with the tune of a hum
Hum sweet silver tongue, do you tire to be a rudder
Sailing your ship through the cracks of instability, tearing down a sister, or a brother
Setting up systems, to rob child from their mother
Foreign lands now discovered, shackled hands, the nations dollar
When you’re sitting in your palaces,
Sipping blood from your chalices, made from labour of your educated salve, indoctrinated ways, disseminated lies- made to believe these shackles are made to save
Sweet silver tongue, do you blame the throne or do you blame the song, do you blame the culture gifted from generations gone
Do you blame the man upon whom this title is on,
Or do you blame the nations lalaby to the newborn, “live for today, tomorrow may never come”
Price of admission
Feb 28, 2021
Feb 28, 2021 at 4:22 AM UTC
sing me your inspiration,
so that words may blossom
through the rings of the tree
in my paper.
gift me your passions,
so that pathways may carve
through inked rivers
and graphite daydreams.
paint me your love,
so that I may palette
your rainbow
and color my canvas
with my favorite colors of you.
the soft pink
of the inside of your lips,
and the offset grey
haloed through your eyelashes.
tiger lily freckles framed
by sweet peach
and wallflower blushes.
rainfall wrists
and dutch cocoa silk.
all my canvas needs
are the colors of you.
Oct 31, 2020
Oct 31, 2020 at 10:26 AM UTC
I miss Your smile, I miss your eyes
Your silent stares your sweet goodbyes
Your frame dwells in translucent fire
From streams of pulsating delight
Undulating hips sway with my every desire
Warm my soul again with your blanketing thighs
Canopies of whispers visit me at night
Winter’s cold, summer’s heat, my love fever
Take me to where sun and moon melt into light
A chase of the wind, I’m a foolish believer
Oct 1, 2020
Oct 1, 2020 at 6:30 PM UTC
Love is like two people holding a rubber band
If one lets it go
It hurts the other who held on.
Lost
Love
Nights
Sep 4, 2020
Sep 4, 2020 at 5:25 PM UTC
Like light through the eyes of a prism,
I saw the colours
Of a future that made dreams want to start dreaming
The fabrics of your essence, woven with care that transcends time
An ever present glow, brown eyes that makes Christmas chime
I needed you to stay, I needed you today
But I let you drift away
Broken chords from sweet, full of words but nothing to say
“I love you” never came home to you; It lived on the lips of a man named ricochet
Nerve ending pains as broken glass petals severs the nerves causing pain
My love where are you? My heart can never be the same
I gave a part never shared with any soul
Dance to my tune I beg, dance till we get old
On bended knees and hands, lost in the mist of another broken dream
I smiled and said I was fine, but I wish you heard my scream
I needed you today, I needed you to stay
Broken glass petals, my heart was never meant to see this day
Aug 12, 2020
Aug 12, 2020 at 3:02 PM UTC