The look in your eyes was tantalizing
Your lips were moist like morning dew
Your hands were trembling like thunder
Your hair were soft like strands of sand
And I was transfixed by your beauty.
I am so happy that I call you my lover
I could hold you in all our lifetimes.
I would wipe your tears as they fall like autumn leaves.
Truth be told, I find your touch so Catastrophic.
When you trace your fingers against my jaw,
my body melts into your touch.
Lovers in a dying flame,
I want to take you all before I perish.
Darling, the wounds you gave me are Catastrophic.

The purgatory of a cemetery
The calamity of duality
Mortalities catastrophe
Crematory trajectory
Anatomy of insanity
Assault and battery
The audacity of humanity
The profanity of actuality
And camaraderie with agony
The brutality of tragedy
Finds me at max capacity
Quit handing life back to me
Because frankly,
I'm done

©2024

we
are
so
used to looking at the sky
with
rose-colored eyes,

obliviously
burning
of
catastrophic
sun.

constantly
corrupting
correcting
correctness
combining
comparing
­contrasting
canning
catastrophe
creating cages
claustrophobia
can't control
can't counter
can't contest
can't clean
can't cry,
can cry
cancel culture.

It was all yours to take
Free to either own or break
Thought it fell in the right hands
Against you no one stood a chance
You asked for something to hold dear
Once given it felt devastation and fear
What it went through can not be told
For if it happens it would die in the cold
After life would have stabbed it in the back
Left for no one against it a track
Wind would have grabbed it by the throat
Threw it somewhere far and remote
It was yours and you buried it deep
Neglected it until it left with a sense of defeat
Is this what happens when I entrust you with my heart?
I should have known better from the start
It began with a lovely “ You and Me”
But in the end, it was all a “ catastrophe”