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M Mar 2015
Trailer park, white washed homes
Spouting about god and his power
when your god has no power to me
So take it to the Pit
where it might do some good
or swallow you in you entirety, burning

School yard, miniature "angels"
Regurgitating your ignorant tar
from parents of the rural
You love to mimic the words of god, don't you?
But your god apparently has no power to change you
Irony

Public spaces, wireless platforms
You believe he will make a cleansing
of race, of gender, of sexuality, of place
Such a sickening person, aren't you?
Impressive hate, from god
M Mar 2015
I know the angel of obscurity is long in the future
But I'm already there
I'm already there
You **** me everyday
and everyday I can't wait to die
Your gentle moving fingers skim my sun withered skin
like the pages of an archaic atlas of stars
Tracing me like I lead to the brightest quasar
Folding me up and leaving me on the bed
While I wait for the time you need to search
for your way home again
And I'm already there
I'm already there
Swaying and drooping under your presence
Like a flower drinking in the cascading rain
I dance in the downpour of you
Concrete is this
A thousand myriads of infinities
could not define you
and me
us.
M Mar 2015
Cradling life in my heart
isn't my breath
isn't my need
I have clutched in my piano fingers
prism colors, shaped, circle square circle circle
Taking one like being doused in rain
I'm swaying
I  s  m  e  a  r  the rest into
my hungry release
I whisper my loss of feeling
Finally fading
About a piece of art
M Mar 2015
I hope you're alone now
and feel the weight of loss beneath your eyes
Why did you have to turn into an executioner
and put our lives on the tip of the knife
Like a spyglass I see into you
and your tar pit glazed gold
You weren't what you should have been

When you painted galaxies on him
you didn't realize the gravity
When you nearly let me convulse from the heat inside
you didn't realize the pressure
I hope you're alone now
to feel the absence of what you could have had
M Feb 2015
I remember
when
I was little
I
was oblivious to the
monster
that lived in his
shoes
I didn't notice
or
care to remember what you
did
But every emotion went
black
when you merely wiped it all away with a flick of your
hand
like you had back
then
And suddenly everything was thrown into
hysteria
like how that F5 should have hit you, but didn't
And
now you are too far gone to ever realize what you've
done
M Feb 2015
Slam me into that unforgiving wall
Take handfuls of my hair and pull
while I cry out into the home of dark
Drag your rough fingers up my hips
to my naked ribs while I fight you
Let your lips find their way to my broken ones
Sore from having done this before
Bruised because I asked you to
Pick me up and let me wrap my shaking legs
around your bare waist
Push me onto cloud nine
So beyond lust or love
we collide like light against dark
Constant
Oh, how good it feels to have your presence
touch mine
We're gone but together
M Feb 2015
They are all around us
The vibrations of a radiation
that allows us to touch one another
like ripples across a pond
Those radio waves
are floating, dancing
across every surface
like delicate dancers
But they fly like shrapnel
Colliding with antennas
that beg for the wave
the rush

And I
wait for these invisible wavelengths
like those little antennas
Wishing I could feel the
emitting particles as they
pass through me
so I can feel your message
before the specks cram themselves
into my phone's receiver
like lost souls fleeing from the dark

But I am grateful for these radio waves
for they allow me a chance
to talk to you
everyday until
we no longer need them
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