trust is something sharp to hold for someone important in a perfect world we'd never bleed over one another chrome blades dig into each person who lost grip with their loved one in a perfect world trust would be dull significance is in the blade filled inside of the atoms are the affections, promises and lust we carry a perfect world is plastic empty atoms hollow and dead on the inside contain nothing I rather take the blade than poison myself
before I step out into public, I lock my opinions in a safe that resides deep within the ridges of my brain. I wear a sweet smile to mask the dull pain radiating throughout my body.
but when I enter my safe space, I strip myself of that smile, and look my pain in the eye. I dig into the ridges of my brain to grab and unlock the safe. I welcome my vulnerability in all its undisguised nakedness.
Why can't I express myself into words? This heaviness, stuck to my arms and mouth, It makes feel like a butterfly stuck in a web. I want to talk and write more and more, My word is getting duller and duller I want to confess to you I want to speak to my friends I want to be happy.
Mellow sunrised. The dew of the afternoon high light. Paradise sunset. Tuscany, Marigold, Chartreuse, Caramel. Amber, Copper, Olive, Saffron. Honeycomb mystery of rejection... or doubt. Freedom sparks; feet and hip dilate and constrict; lips close to feel the colors and open again, blinking to suffocate the oasis into the dull reality of smog and soot, of cemetery. The psychedelic picturesque star stares back, dusk-like fireworks of heaven gained and lost. One second that sealed his fate. Death will be hazel eyes.
This is an extra poem I wrote after finishing my anthology, trying to explore a new style of poetry of almost pure imagery and sensory information.
spending my days in between the sheets peeking out at the sky as it speaks one deep sigh i watch as it shifts from night time to day time flicking through the shades of blue mixing together, painting a solemn hue i hardly notice that time has gone by until the new day arrives sitting all alone wasting all my time