It gets quite ridiculous
When you compare
Our uneven efforts
I thought we could make each other
asymmetrically
happy
I was wrong.
There was no
_thrill_
There was
a c t i o n
May 27, 2019
May 27, 2019 at 6:47 PM UTC
You only want me flawed
To do what you cannot -
Accept your own mess
Love yourself to the best
It's a selfish desire
Dire wolves to be fed
I am earth, not your soul
Never plastic, I'm flesh
Unbound by blinding lights
Strong emotions, distress
Insecurities, true
But no fear I confess
My weak flesh is now new
Muscles, stronger, I said
"Bullet-proof, self-preserved
To feel nothing, I guess"
May 27, 2019
May 27, 2019 at 4:39 PM UTC
It's so hard to stop
So hard to let go
Of happiness, of joy
But also of the ghosts
That keep
Our sorrows
_We find comfort in the familiar darkness_
May 27, 2019
May 27, 2019 at 1:34 AM UTC
the taste of your grass
the feel of your silk
in my mind, it lasts
my hands on your hips
my mountains are soft
my branches have leaves
they shiver in thoughts
of feeling your bliss
we stand as two rocks
through caverns, we reach
unexplored insides
with fingers and lips
the deeper we go
the warmer we feel
there're no greater joys
than your sounds and your kiss
May 26, 2019
May 26, 2019 at 10:58 PM UTC
I write in this imperfect language
Like many others, imperfectly fine
These words are my choice; if empty
They served my heart just right
It's not my first, neither my last
But the one I picked to try
To find myself and then the world
I hope it may survive
The beauty of these phrases
Is the freedom they provide
May 26, 2019
May 26, 2019 at 6:07 PM UTC
I'm so used to being leftovers
that I wonder if there's anything left
May 26, 2019
May 26, 2019 at 3:22 PM UTC
You taught me how to keep my back straight
How to believe, how to want more
You taught me how to look out for myself
To have faith, to hope
_Care_
_Save_
_Love_
I still try to live by those tenets
Even if they are now meaningless
To endure hunger and thirst
To feed my souls with better seeds
But the soil won’t hold
The wind is refreshing
And, as with everything else
It’s a memory of something
I can’t have
May 26, 2019
May 26, 2019 at 1:22 PM UTC
Even in the dark blue light
My thoughts still drip in red
As this passion is consumed
The tides rise ahead
Even in the blackest hours of the night
There’s a beacon of hope up there
Blinking in its yellow glow
Something to keep me aware
But some things are not to be heard
Or to be seen in the raw daylight
I draw no lines between exhaustion and devotion
My sins are not so big in the dark
If they keep us enclosed, I won't mind
Close, rising, then crashing from hights
Cracking walls between realities
Cliffs next to the water, breaking outside
I know this is far from love
But it’s close enough, somehow
If I’m the fire that burns in red
You’re the fireplace that contains my light
May 26, 2019
May 26, 2019 at 9:45 AM UTC
May our words be enough one day
May we enjoy it while they aren’t
May 26, 2019
May 26, 2019 at 9:41 AM UTC