i take the flower by the hand
she guides me slowly and gingerly
i feel lost in the folds of her dress
she swallows the key whole
i am drowned by the beauty
of the distress and destruction
in the womb of worldly possessions
and distractions.
when can we go home?
May 22, 2018
May 22, 2018 at 7:07 PM UTC
maybe role-playing isn't for us
because i like to be me
when i'm loving you.
Apr 11, 2018
Apr 11, 2018 at 11:08 PM UTC
i love you to the ends of the earth,
because the earth is never-ending.
Apr 11, 2018
Apr 11, 2018 at 11:06 PM UTC
he is a snake-
making his way
curiously, furiously,
into my life,
into my mind,
into my dreams;
and i won't allow it.
Apr 9, 2018
Apr 9, 2018 at 9:35 PM UTC
i didn't know i was lonely
until i saw your name.
Apr 9, 2018
Apr 9, 2018 at 5:31 PM UTC
on a concrete island
in the middle of the ocean,
i put the metal hook around my neck;
chained to my failures.
it quickly began to sink,
pulling me down
into the deep sea wreckage.
i felt myself falling
to the bottom of the ocean.
i knew i was drowning,
penetrated by the invasive waters.
i didn't fight it at first;
i swam in slow motion,
not looking at the black mass
beneath my vertical body.
the judgmental creatures
watched my human figure crawl
towards the layer of oxygen.
my head crest the surface,
air swimming into my open lungs,
becoming a piece of my insides,
integrating itself with my cells.
i swam back to the concrete island,
and resumed my position.
sitting, and waiting.
Apr 9, 2018
Apr 9, 2018 at 5:27 PM UTC
no rhymes to fill the meter,
no meter to grind along,
no grind to fuel the intentions,
no intentions to prolong.
the poetic prose
of the defeated and the broken,
the longing, the brave,
and the soft-spoken.
Apr 5, 2018
Apr 5, 2018 at 12:00 AM UTC
the birth of stars is my divination,
the whimsy of the universe is my damnation,
the peace of death is my flirtation,
the waves of the ocean are my liberation,
and your body is my temptation.
Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 12:04 PM UTC
i love you, i hope you know.
i love you to the ends of this earth,
to the stars and into heaven.
but i stopped you.
i stopped you, because of him
because i was remembering his touch,
his hot breath and calloused hands
violating the sacred spaces of my body.
it brought me back to that night,
i had smoked for the first time
and the only time, since.
high and paralyzed, internally
praying for the sun to rise.
he says he's a Christian.
Well God, i hope you're listening.
life gives its strongest soldiers
the harshest twangs of pain,
like experiencing the perils
of *** after abuse.
God, i hope you're listening.
Apr 2, 2018
Apr 2, 2018 at 10:38 PM UTC