euphoric paranoia
accompanies your touch
as you finger your way
under my skin
shadows on the curve
of your neck
jitters of reality
involuntary fantasy
caverns in my body
unrecognizable reflections
disintegrating away
maybe its your love
maybe its ****
Mar 30, 2014
Mar 30, 2014 at 10:05 PM UTC
my entire body aches
from wanting
and needing your
ice cold touch
to engulf me
and ease the tension
Mar 30, 2014
Mar 30, 2014 at 10:03 PM UTC
amazing how, although
miles and miles away,
you can still see the stars glisten
makes you wonder if maybe
there’s something
miles and miles away
that can see the light inside
your soul
Mar 30, 2014
Mar 30, 2014 at 10:01 PM UTC
parents telling you one thing
and the internet insisting another
brainwashed bobbleheads of corruption
lies stained with the tropical freshness of 5 gum
everything is a bore, and nothing excites anymore
blank faces, straight mouths, eyes half open
the generation morphed into mannequins
faces glued to apple contraptions
the struggle to express emotion and wondering why
Mar 30, 2014
Mar 30, 2014 at 10:00 PM UTC
how silly of me
to think that anyone would ever
choose a used truck
over a pristine new hybrid
i am too used and too broken
for anyone to even bother to repair
Mar 30, 2014
Mar 30, 2014 at 1:43 AM UTC
i haven’t worn my retainer in weeks
i decided that tonight would be the night
that i reacquaint my teeth
with its plastic metal friend
and the pain, oh the pain
of my teeth being moved back into place
who could have thought that bone
could be swayed by a piece of plastic
and who could have thought that i
would still be kept awake
by the thought of you
i haven’t thought about you in weeks
but here i lay, teeth aching
and heart aching
Mar 30, 2014
Mar 30, 2014 at 1:41 AM UTC
i thought you were different
when you didn’t leave any scars
but instead,
you opened up the old ones
and thought i wouldn’t notice
until i found myself lying on the floor,
wondering why i was bleeding again
Mar 30, 2014
Mar 30, 2014 at 1:39 AM UTC
i was always told to hide
my scars
under long sleeves
in the heat of summer
with long skirts
and opaque layers
no one can see
for the questions they’ll ask
i can't answer
because these scars
they are signs of vulnerability
each one tallying
a moment of defeat
another battle lost
more casualty
though the blood no longer
stains my skin
but me, myself, and I
am a sign of perseverance
i still breathe
and run and jump
i’ve endured the war
each scar tallying
a moment of survival
another fight won
so don’t tell me to hide
my scars
i wear each one proudly
medals of honor
and the questions you’ll ask
i’ll answer and say
"Yes, my scars are still here,
but so am I.”
Mar 30, 2014
Mar 30, 2014 at 1:38 AM UTC
when i held my father’s hand
during evening prayer
i realized that it shakes
because of his addiction
he needs another cigarette
then i realize that my hand shakes too
because i need a cigarette as well
and the reason
i hate him so much
probably lies on the fact
that we’re basically
the same monster
Mar 30, 2014
Mar 30, 2014 at 1:34 AM UTC
Your voice has a certain rawness
that when you tell me I'm beautiful
I almost believe you
Mar 29, 2014
Mar 29, 2014 at 1:43 PM UTC