the-phantom
i feel therefore i write. / / “ Something happened to him which perhaps never happens to a man until he is out of his own world: / He saw reality, and thought it was a dream.” -Out Of The Silent Planet / / follow me on instagram! @wanderingrace / / All rights reserved.
Pine needle shower
All over the deck
My brother above
Sweeps the roof
I
Pick ferns
For art
And write a poem
The house is gutted
A blank space
Where my
Memories once lived
Dec 12, 2020
Dec 12, 2020 at 3:31 PM UTC
You’re a piece of sunshine on a cold day
Standing in my vision to
Block out the doubt
In my heart
Skipping
to the thought of your smile, surrounding lips
blowing the wind into your mouth
kissed and nearly missed
with quick eyes
laughing
Dec 10, 2020
Dec 10, 2020 at 5:23 PM UTC
I’ve been walking in the dessert
Sand still and deep
Shifting grains of humans
By animal instinct
My water is your water
We are to keep
And punished for
The ancestors plight
The sins
They spawned
Muad’Dib
Dec 4, 2020
Dec 4, 2020 at 3:29 AM UTC
I came as fresh as pine
My skin deep in scars
Of amber sap.
Never before had the
Flesh been warn
By the stripe
You did strike and begin to
Muster up as lust does
An incubus within
Who took pride in
His body suit
So willful
To touch and sin
He takes up his chord a spell
A shadow of Black Mary
No boundaries
Between trust
And I serene in slumbers art?
Spoken for my dreams
Of spirits drift
asleep.
A fire
Deep.
Burns out circumstance to decision.
Oblivion.
The back we scratch at 1:56
The gorgon casts
A distinct stare.
Sep 7, 2020
Sep 7, 2020 at 3:32 PM UTC
About the ********
The safety net
The red white and blue is your
Dream to be better.
A myth, a legend,
Notorious in her sacrifice
Of black lives matter.
That your health, my health,
The guy at the corner holding
A please-feed-me-I’m-hungry
For change and the idea
We are somehow better
With a mask on
To keep sickness out.
Developed with capital gains
What about the amazons rains?
And wasn’t Australia on fire?
And didn’t we assassinate an
Iranian general?
We live it.
It’s nearly summer.
Mistrust of government officials might as well be my tinder profile.
May 31, 2020
May 31, 2020 at 11:54 PM UTC
THANKS FOR BEING A *****
You are old, born an enigma
Adopted
Science fiction is your hate
Addiction is your love
You love death
Destruction
*****
******
Al you know is ***
My family is nothing
I am nothing
You are synthetic
A mind without a mother
A father is your gap
YOU WISH I NEVER TALKED TO YOU
ABOUT CHILD BIRTH
May 28, 2020
May 28, 2020 at 11:25 PM UTC
Man that dog is Farrell
He got me like I’m single
Got a lighter for a lady
Come and say maybe
Spend some time with me
Show enough we keep
Stepping on a beat
Come dance with me
I think he got me on a leash
But I can speak fast
When my mind unwrapps
Bout to tap that
But walking in the street
Feels clean to me
Stopping on Ferret
Gonna win that bet
No ciggerettes please
But my lungs got needs
And I can’t stop thinking of you.
Jul 28, 2019
Jul 28, 2019 at 11:03 PM UTC
Wet and creamy
Underneath
Sweat and cotton
Bike ride hot
And salty
my juice box
honey suckled
Ripe and hairy
Pass the straw
sip me up
May 15, 2019
May 15, 2019 at 11:39 PM UTC
And the rain hits me
When I’m biking through the city
Hot pavement smells and lucid dreaming
No luck when your luck runs thin
And your bank account is stolen
And fraud feels like running me down
Into the ground like the stank of the street
But I can brave the storm to find warmth among friends. Need to call a lawyer to make the pigs holler and lightning cracks again. Drinking up IPA so I can gain some liquid courage. It’s just another tavern on st. Charles.
May 9, 2019
May 9, 2019 at 7:35 PM UTC
You pull me in-and-out like ciggerete smoke on my tongue
Tear in my eye.
Queen Anne, the porch, the oak, look grim. My belly flips every time I see you. French doors rattle with street noise. The plants look thirsty, brittle, sorry.
The seed did not sew. Custom Taylored to fit my size. Growing pains in every stitch. April fools is such a *****
May 8, 2019
May 8, 2019 at 1:25 PM UTC