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AUSTIN Aug 19
you’re running from the
hearts your breaking,
confusing
experimentation
with lust

your
demons
cannot be swallowed
like the alcohol
on your breath,
face what you have done,
address the pain
AUSTIN Aug 19
why am I mad?
i know you didn’t know
love either

how do i surrender?
accepting that you’re
learning

are we filling
both our cups up,
or is only
one person
holding the chalice
  Aug 18 AUSTIN
mysterie
theres no wrong answer
to what poetry is.

"poetry is rhyming"

wrong.
there is actually a
wrong
answer.

poems are little windows,
a view inside
someones head.

it doesn't have to rhyme,
it doesn't always have to provoke
feelings.

its just words,
that are there
to help
*someone
date wrote: 18/8
dislike this one but idk
AUSTIN Aug 18
i cry these tears
as i
roll up
my problems
smoke burning so hot
it’s in
my eyes

blind me
from this
truth, say this is
the last time

3…2…1
lights,
camera,
ACTION!

dance boy, wipe
those tears
don’t show
your wounds

make them lust,
sway your hips,
caress your skin,
he bites his lip,
you have been picked

welcome to the peepshow
- i love a good interlude
AUSTIN Aug 18
someone said
he broke her heart,
she stopped his

in a space
only they shared
they created harmoniums
melodies,
melodies that
spoke
before words
struck

when you
turned back
did you see the
signs?
did you realize
it was her?

imagine a love
like that,
water and fire

it’s too late,
you’re gone now.
AUSTIN Aug 18
where is that space
in your mind?
a path lead
to a
riverbed,
riverbed leading
into shallow rapids

there stands
three logs
pointed towards
a sunny sky

that’s were
i stand
a microphone
in hand
singing
a song
only for
me to know
AUSTIN Aug 18
was there ever a moment where
you were taught
lust was love,
when you were skipping rocks
and playing pretend
what voice whispered
it’s your body
they want,
not you
-im coming to realize how as a gay man I felt that I would only receive partnership through sexualizing myself and others in my mind. Early bullying and rejection made be develop a heavy sense of lust, and feeling that I will only be loved when im under someone feeling my skin.
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