Yours was only a hand, delicate and gentle.
Mine was only a waist, never pampered by touch or love.
It was but a silly heart, pounding against my chest.
It was only a kiss, under the stars, in the pouring moonlight.

i like angry poetry
the kind that churns
in your gut,
with razors for teeth
and gums bleeding.
i like the violent sound
of verbs clashing
on a decaying page,
like the shot of a gun
on a quiet day.
i like the poetry that stays,
that lies in waiting
like a dog in a cage,
words that creep like
voided birds into the
wired tress of my brain,
that pay their rent
like drunken travelers
and trash the place.
i like angry poetry
the kind that sears it's
screams to my lips,
which spirit echoes and
moans for eager,
****** eyes.
words that hit like *****,
giving their reader
a killer hangover.
i like angry poetry,
the kind that leave you
with a smoky exit.

i was cold
like everything else
before i even froze,
i thought of moving
i began running in circles
looking for something that'll thaw me
i saw the vast deep ocean,
i began testing waters.

i swam and swam
until regain my body heat
not warm enough - but neither cold
finally the cold got off.
i felt kind of happy.
instead of swimming back to the shore,
i explored the sea.
swam deeper,
my heart and body felt like it belongs to the waters
i began loving it, at least i think.

didn't realize i was already lost,
i barely recognize where i am.
didn't know the ocean changes too?
the thing i loved now turned into a monster.
it began swallowing me,
whole and alive.
i cant do anything,
i dont know why
i just watched myself get eaten by this beast,
i trusted him.

because he made my heart beats into symphonies
he said my voice is the type he'll not grow tired of.
i kind of believe him.
i kind of fell in love with someone's words
i kind of liked this man with a name i'll never know.

but he swallowed me.

and when i went back into my senses,
i'm back on square one,
but now,
my whole body,
frozen.