why is your biome so far from mine?
we might as well be at opposite poles
our habitats are so apart
please let our continents combine.
May 8, 2019
May 8, 2019 at 11:37 PM UTC
callie
She was sunshine with a smirk.
She was a sunny day but you can see a hint of thunder in her sky.
kama
You are a pathological liar.
You spin stories like cotton candy.
But your deception is not as sweet as you believe it to be.
rita
If you could just, you know
******* talk to me)
We would be so much better
May 8, 2019
May 8, 2019 at 11:36 PM UTC
he was stuck in a revolving door
and as it spun around and around and around
he could only catch glimpses of a life he could not escape to
May 8, 2019
May 8, 2019 at 11:35 PM UTC
there was one day he was dreaming
perched on his ledge
remembering his father, the panther
and then
he was
falling
he doesn't sleep there anymore
he chooses the sun
the way the light soaks into the linoleum
the way his darkness magnetizes
to draw the warmth in
May 8, 2019
May 8, 2019 at 11:35 PM UTC
tremors
continents brushing edges
i shake in your arms
the way your heart touches mine
starts an earthquake
in my bones
May 8, 2019
May 8, 2019 at 11:34 PM UTC
i used to put all my emotions away
they were stored in dusty boxes
packed in the attic.
how did you kick open the door?
blow off the sediment
show me what its like to feel
May 8, 2019
May 8, 2019 at 11:34 PM UTC
you are my destination
you are my home
and i get sick away from you
May 8, 2019
May 8, 2019 at 11:34 PM UTC
he remembers when he was a child and would
ride the carousel. every time it spun around, there
was his mom -
watching and waving and smiling.
it's like that, but darker.
he thought he was on a real horse. all stamping hooves,
taught muscles, flowing mane. but the creature he
finds himself astride is just plastic. there's a shine in
its eye, but it's just the gleam of polished artificiality.
the horse is hung on a pole and it's fitting because
he's been impaled too.
so they gallop their laps in a gentle cresting and
falling in time to the lullabies and every time they
pass by the streetlamp, he can see the sadness
waiting for him -
watching and waving and smiling
May 8, 2019
May 8, 2019 at 11:33 PM UTC
Unholy tangerine
Kisses under
Flickering streetlights
She's a goddess
Something ageless
The other one
Just as perfect
A sculpted aphrodite
You wonder
If their kisses
Are lightning
Their touches
Electric
Although
She certainly
Didn't seem
Electric
Saltwater tears
Trailing down
Her coconut and vanilla
Cheeks
May 8, 2019
May 8, 2019 at 11:33 PM UTC
Father son and holy ghost
Hold me tight and keep me close
Pray the lord my soul to take
Please don't let me wake
Christ imagery never came easy to me
Rhyming wasn't easy to see
In the backseat of my car
Away from home so far
My god
This feels like worship
May 8, 2019
May 8, 2019 at 11:32 PM UTC