I am in the change
the shift
in between winds of soulful words
suspending in their own reasons
I cannot gather to understand them
How I waste to wonder through it
as fleeting Muses cease their inspiration
all the while delicate time passes
what quiet hours fall into me
pouring my soul over
and over
my heart wonders
which cup will my Muse
serve me
my new words
Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 2:41 PM UTC
Tell me everything terrible you've ever done
and I
will love you
anyway
Mar 8, 2015
Mar 8, 2015 at 1:54 PM UTC
You are the terrorist
Smashing porcelain
Sauntering
Passing through
Your presence
Broad and fleeting
But Virgo’s birthed anew
Goodbye to you
And your combustive yellow bile
Representing no true fire
Yet here you go again
Smashing porcelain
Cause all I am to you
Is a doll you got use to
You are the terrorist
But I,
I am Mercury bending fire
Smashing porcelain
Sauntering
Passing through
Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 2:42 PM UTC
As I sang him to sleep
My winter gave way to his warm
While the moon danced on my skin
fever burned deeper than I’ve ever known
Or dared to have shown
To him
And he wondered what it was about me
How in silence I invaded his demeanor
Making life smell so much sweeter
Heavy is my love
like a slow rising fever
And in absence, I know I love him
As he holds in his hand, my pearl
And me, an empty shell of a girl
With armor at my feet
Forever waiting for his warm
While I sing myself
To sleep
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 9:20 AM UTC
He loves me when he loves me
He convinces me
I’m the kind who serves up suicide with every Ciroc poured
in the neon blue of this town
where dreams turn cold but where,
He says,
I,
I am as hot as the blue light flame
He opens the Pandora’s curiosity in me
With warm breath and a silent scream
he makes me say his name
I know there’s fiction in the space between us
covered in polyurethane that some would consider toxic
but where I,
I rub my flesh into the smooth and dip fingers into my inkwell
He makes me an artist
He has a way
Hurt me a little
Make me cry
Rubbing this little pendulum of mine
I want to know I knew you even before I knew you
Savor you like an oyster
Memorize you
Hold you under my tongue
Learn you by heart so when you leave
I can go to the inkwell, again
Orlando
Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 9:32 PM UTC
It starts as a simple untruth
a spun tale of convenience that slips through well travelled lips
It's intent
never malicious
as it falls before another
muddying what was
*before its creation
vividly clear*
Its very presence changing forever a path that had great promise
to a road undesirable and dark
It matters not the reason it was cast
but it still LIES in the way just the same
Once set
it cannot be undone
as you have unintentionally ruined with your verbal carelessness
what could have been...
Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 8:23 PM UTC
I’m not
Addicted
To your addictions
(I think to myself with the smell of cigarette smoke and *** lingering in the air)
Two days later
My thighs still ache to the touch
Somehow, it always hurts after we
****
And you
Smeared into my sheets
And you
Blue between my thighs
Not from your banging
But from my heavy slamming
And that’s when I think
“I’m not addicted to his addictions”
(as I press rewind)
“I don’t smoke”
Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 2:57 PM UTC
I have spun a dream
And wove it in my soul
Like the sun and moon in love
But destined not to touch
It’s colored deep in hues
Of truth
And love
And trust
It’s present on my tongue and lips
Just waiting to be touched
It sings my heart
It sings my hand
inhales the earth and sky
there’s passion in its whisper
and desire in its eye
Someday I’ll hear existence sing
my lips will be a home
One day when wind is perfect
And blows in life a poem
Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 2:18 PM UTC
Winter was our season
With lavender in bloom
We gardened so well in darkness
And my love still transfixed
At the thought of your lips
tracing my name with your tongue
And when we loved
God
when we loved
how my mouth loved to echo your shape
I would gather your darkness with the cup of my hands
And drink from your smell and your taste
Burnt in my mouth is red wine and honey
I savor your pleasant and smooth
And still through the night
It’s your voice from behind
That warms my lavender mood
Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 1:30 PM UTC
All these lemons appear in my life
yellow is always so pleasing to the eye
like sunshine
How many can I juggle before I slip and die
Bitter to the taste
Rinds are a waste
I'll squeeze them all
throw the juice in your face
I hate lemonade
Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 10:41 PM UTC