Intimate glances made between a shy waitress
and metal head cook.
Her face flares as red as the tomatoes she cuts
from his one simple look.
She takes an order,
with a note attached.
He calls her name,
to understand the format.
"Mayo on the side?" he questions her
with his sky blue eyes.
A lump forms in her throat,
trying to get the words to rise.
"Yes." she replies,
turning her head away.
He winks and smiles.
This is how they'll continue their day.
With,
intimate glances,
made between just them.
Here,
the intensity of a fire
begins to stem.
Apr 25, 2017
Apr 25, 2017 at 2:16 PM UTC
You cannot understand others,
Unless you know yourself.
Anxiety ridden fools,
Placed in a shelf.
Hung out to dry,
Like sundays chore.
Look deeper and see
To the core.
Misunderstood, confused lines
Of deep rooted persistence,
Give way to the mere thought
Of our excistance.
Express, then,
Underlying emotions of a simple human body,
Make being abnormal your
Second nature hobby.
Oct 13, 2016
Oct 13, 2016 at 11:55 AM UTC
Through life we swim,
And barely breath,
Only every now and then receiving air,
Simply to dive back under and
Continue to swim.
Oct 10, 2016
Oct 10, 2016 at 12:27 PM UTC
The hunger to scratch and claw
upon the flesh of my face
is usually when my mind
begins to vanish without a trace.
Descending into darkened madness
fills me with fear
but the descent has begun.
Insanity is near.
There, I see a body,
hanging from a rope.
Dead and gone is the
feeling of hope.
Blood splattered across the walls
beckons me to walk these gruesome halls.
The need for open flesh
grows stronger.
Insanity won't be held back
much longer.
A knife to the wrist,
then a quick twist,
will give way to everything
delusion has wished.
A smile etched upon my face,
while a giggle escapes my lip,
as my heart begins to race,
making me lose grip.
I allow the fall and descend
into madness,
but when I am there,
I begin to panic.
Where is the girl I once knew?
Before darkness grew,
inside her like a wildfire,
creating the need to bleed dire.
Yet here I am,
with red on my wrist and hand.
The descent isn't so fun,
once you finally land.
Oct 5, 2016
Oct 5, 2016 at 1:31 PM UTC
He dragged me through hell, but as long as he was holding my hand I called it love.
Hoping and dreaming for realities sent from above.
Oct 2, 2016
Oct 2, 2016 at 11:26 PM UTC
"Go deep," she said.
Gliding her fingers across my hand.
Where do I start?
How do I begin?
Well I guess with any mistake, it began when I finished my gin.
I thought about heading to her place,
Even through the cold and rain.
But I hesitated when I pictured her face
Staring back at my intoxicated pain.
I would have heard it all before.
Her words of disgust and how I'll never change.
And then I'll plead and tell her I'll never be the same.
Then I thought what I'd go home to.
A room full of **** and empty tins of chew.
So I decided to say **** all this." And step back out into the rain,
And into the abyss.
Sep 27, 2016
Sep 27, 2016 at 2:07 PM UTC
Here's my heart,
In my hands.
Forgetting all the cans
And cant's.
So thoughtlessly I destroyed myself
To give you all that I am.
Now I'm trying to stay high on the feeling, smoking a gram.
Love and lust
Easily turned to
Hate and disgust
Rage and fury burn in my brain,
Growing louder and louder.
I'd like to dip your heart in liquid nitrogen, smash it,
Then snort the powder.
If only that could amount to the
Pain I feel.
Bringing me to heaven, only to drop me to hell was all too real.
As real as an overdose,
Skipping my life to its fate.
But what would be the point,
If it was all because of hate?
Sep 27, 2016
Sep 27, 2016 at 1:56 PM UTC
Cease thriving on these feelings,
Oh heart of mine.
Or at least bestow upon me a sign,
Where the stars shall align,
And lend reason to this rythem and rhyme,
Of things that only seem to waste my precious time.
Is love the only epiphany of your life,
Oh heart of mine?
Only moments ago we ran on grief and strife.
Must your coal black complexion distort to red at the thought of being a wife?
Does he even love you back? Or will more sorrow simply arise?
Heed the words I speak to you,
Oh heart of mine.
Do not turn your pigmintation to that pitiful crimson hue.
You act as though you're willing to be broken in two.
Tell these feelings adieu.
Do not let them ensue,
Lest you want to peg me with anguish through and through.
This is what I beg of you.
Sep 20, 2016
Sep 20, 2016 at 2:06 PM UTC
Fear emerges in the midst of love,
and lust.
Will you be able to handle
my lack of trust?
Entertain my heart and say
all will be fine.
Then let my foolish brain
learn that you are lying.
Love is my drug and
I'm addicted to the feeling.
But heartbreak will leave
me bleeding.
Stop.
Go.
Echo in my head,
while shallow waters
I continue to tread.
This broken heart you
cannot mend.
As I patiently search
for the end.
Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 10:59 AM UTC
The long free road we walked,
chasing the dreams we so desperately sought,
was ripped out beneath our feet,
and replaced with labor...
just so we could eat.
Repeat after me,
"I am free."
With debt chained up to our knees.
We are slaves to the one percent,
when all we wanted was to be
free.
Sep 6, 2016
Sep 6, 2016 at 2:14 PM UTC
