from binkies to blunts
i watched my world change
around me
like little watercolor swirls
dancing in the sky of my memories

from binkies to blunts
swingsets and playpens
seemed ever so distant
in the rearview of childhood

we traded barbie dolls
into ***** bottles
wondering why
smile lines
seemed so hard to come by

we had always missed the times
when things came easy;
naturally (almost).

from carousels to learning
how *** sells
we began to draw parallels
of who we are and what we should be
the definition of me
never seemed to have
the stability
i had long to see
ever so constantly

from closet doors to liquor stores
feelings became trapped
in the constellations of thoughts
instead of the web of words

i wish to go back
(sometimes)
to the days
with the little teacups
filled with the tinkles
of warmth and laughs
of bliss past.

her blood
drips lines of poetry
how she never saw how much she meant to me

her blood
drips lines of poetry
right beneath the shards
of shredded glass next to me

the fat sulking raindrops
of red soaks me
will she ever finally love me?

her blood drips
lines of poetry
i dont think ill ever
be so complete

(b.d.s.)

i set fire to my dreams
and lit every single one
for its smoke
was my cathartic release

i lit fire to my dreams
hoping the emotions
wouldn't come no more
oh, the pain it caused me

i set my dreams afire
so i would never let
the pain of heartbreak
grasp me in its hands again
(b.d.s.)

mind tied
like two lines
shoelaces
twisted and knots
straight like the cigarette
and ******* lines
snorted up the nose
into the brain
of such detached minds
the pain they hide
comes up to the surface
bubbling like liquid acetate
they have accepted
their inevitable fate
it is all but too late
to save the hearts
of those who
remain
*loveless

my tan warm
brown skin
child of the earth
with its deliberate undertones

from birth,
it had been something
i had grown to love,
to adore,
all with its imperfections

growing up,
i realized something i had adored
some despised with their inner being
a threat that they
had grown accustomed to hate

they did not understand
the gentle, quiet beauty
of this delicate covering
how calm it was

they feared what
they could not understand
like a child
afraid of the darkness
and what it hides

ignorance was their
bliss
but sometimes
knowing what is not meant
to be known

can bring undesired presumptions

they taught me not
to love
my perfection
as my flaw was
now the world's spectacle

delineations strawn
like wispy lines in
the tumbling sand
of my skin

imaginary concepts
with such flawed
meanings
of destroyed beauty
i lost a part of myself
while growing up
that i could never get back

something this world cannot ever back to me...

education was meant
to be the answers of
the questions
of our own
incoherent thoughts
but,
it fed me
knowledge that attacked my innocence

this dreary
hateful world
took my spirit
and my soul
away from my rotting body

my spirit is broken
and i can hardly tell
if i am human anymore

i rather just
live in stupidity
like a sheep following its master
my perfect fool paradise

those who are fools
remain fools
if they do not learn
otherwise,
or if they do not know the
true state of their
unfathomable condition

(b.d.s.)