It is, in the interactions of humankind
Where one can find
The most remarkable and despicable of peculiarities
In love and in war
In both the trivial and the grave
Feb 7, 2018
Feb 7, 2018 at 1:17 PM UTC
Mirror mirror keep me young
I’m not through having fun
Time won’t heal all the damage done
Generation: Live just once
But once was not enough
A tired soul needs a pick-me-up
The sun comes up while I’m still out
I’m running out of lines
The conversation always seems to die
If growing up is compromise
I never got it right
You can’t burn something out that isn’t bright
I’m not looking for salvation
I’m looking for a crutch
Give me my drugs
I don’t mean to stare at such a pretty face like yours
It takes me to a place when I was more
Give me my drugs
Dec 17, 2017
Dec 17, 2017 at 3:11 PM UTC
I descended from the clouds
Into the darkness of my room
It was merely moments before
That there was
Guacamole on the shower floor
The clumps of pastel green
Against the smooth and smeared
Atop the porous pavement soaked
The timid light of a hazy day
Poured through the window grey
As if I were to slather a cake
I scraped and scraped
To build little mountains that slid away
Rusty drain bled swirls of red
To greet the green and to my dread
I drove a hearty scoop into my mouth
The taste of blood caressed my throat
But I ate and ate, then ate some more
What does it mean?
To eat guacamole off the shower floor
Dec 14, 2017
Dec 14, 2017 at 1:26 PM UTC
How she flows
Through the world
With light
A kind face; a beaming smile
Alone but not lonely
They steal her words
Because they cannot steal her heart
Yet she flows
With strength
Always
Dec 12, 2017
Dec 12, 2017 at 11:57 AM UTC
We stray from the stranger’s gaze
Not because
The eyes bare the soul
But because
They may see inside it
And cannot see its beauty
Dec 11, 2017
Dec 11, 2017 at 8:32 PM UTC