Black moss and flower pots.
She cometh not, she cometh not.
Lonely and moated,
Rusted nails broken.
Dew with tears,
An hour before sunlight.
Cold winds wake,
A greyish mourn.
Clustered marish-mosses,
Silver green bark.
In a dreamy home.
Among wainscot,
Door hinges creak.
Like a mouse,
She shrieked-
She cometh not, she cometh not.
Mar 16, 2019
Mar 16, 2019 at 8:06 PM UTC
Find me
Cold in a corner
Scribbling over my tears
Exposed toes and clammy hands
Scribbling my inner demands
Find me
Lost in my own home
Head towards the ground
Making a cowering sound
Find me
Holding my head between my palms
Two elbows on the countertop
Mar 16, 2019
Mar 16, 2019 at 8:04 PM UTC
Squeeze gently like lemons and fruits
Sweet nectar juices produced
**** tongue close to core
Butterscotch like tapped sycamore
Perspiration seeps from peel
Porous citrus aromates near
Grown in sun among the wildflowers
Oh how I love her, even when she sours
Mar 16, 2019
Mar 16, 2019 at 8:03 PM UTC
You left
A footprint
On the wood panel
In front of me
Your wet soles
From dewed grass
And drunk squats
Your mark
Lays upon me
I know you’re near
But not here
Mar 16, 2019
Mar 16, 2019 at 8:01 PM UTC
My fingers smell of you
Inner thigh bruises, black and blue
It’ll be innocent, what I’ll do
Work you into a sweat, morning dew
Feeling like goddesses, us two
Sticking to one another, organic glue
Excitingly painful but only for a few
My erotica magnifica, you haven’t a clue
Mar 16, 2019
Mar 16, 2019 at 7:59 PM UTC
A man comes out of the shadows,
as so it goes.
Held his fist to the doe,
Her money, you know.
“I’ve only but a rose,
one of friendship despite my woes.”
And with that rose she choked.
Like Porphyria’s lover,
coaxed.
Soft mane of death,
like a thorn to the chest.
Only the rose of amity saw the rest.
Mar 16, 2019
Mar 16, 2019 at 7:57 PM UTC
Blood stains covered my art supplies
You didn’t believe in that artistic risk though
It wasn’t too long before my sharpener laid in in your trash can
You picked my pills and I off the tiled floor
I thought i’d be the one who’d be flushed
But it was the pills that drained down the toilet
You always grabbed my hands as they craved color
That familiar purple stain my skin wore too well
You bought me a fidget cube to fiddle with my tensions
You took everything I loved from me
Every form of devilish comfort
Alot more than I could ever do for myself
Oct 16, 2017
Oct 16, 2017 at 10:46 AM UTC
I hope you know
I've given myself more to you
Than I
You were reciprocating
My deepest of ghosts
Loving and creating
Whatta hoax
What could I do
To love myself as much as you
Oct 16, 2017
Oct 16, 2017 at 10:16 AM UTC
Sike me out.
Spit on my toes.
Look for others.
No shame.
Hurricanes are natural.
No apologies in nature.
Right over my head.
Flung into my dreams.
But not all dreams are tangible.
Like you.
Sike me out.
Spit on me.
Make me feel you.
Oct 16, 2017
Oct 16, 2017 at 10:03 AM UTC
Almsot everywhere
All walls
All conversations
To be appericated
Not understood
Loved for who they saw
Who they made me to be
How I fit into perspective
No I, I am not
Almost nowhere
Oct 13, 2017
Oct 13, 2017 at 1:03 PM UTC