Would you watch your pen
dance as she burns in flames?
Or would you rather see her
cry as she craves fame?
I, a wannabe poet,
with my muse,
I play games
without any shame.
I poke her emotions,
To test her devotions.
I do not pretend
or put on a mask,
for my emotions are real
so are the inks in my head-
as I tell you what I think.
thus, I need not fear,
when I express how I feel
I let my pens
dance and burn in flames,
but not be seduced by fame,
and unapologetically feel not
a tiny bit of shame.
Wasn't too likely,
You missed me nightly,
But the drug drip makes memories appear.
Road lines, coerce the mind
I was believing in something,
Still smell the same, your wet lips on my cheek reminded me of the good days.
When I was yours and you were mine.
Second chances aren't easy,
Guess it's you I have to define.
The silence is too much
I hear myself think...think...think
About nothing important
But I scour my brain for it
Fight at the little thoughts
Like how much water makes
Your cells over-hydrate and explode?
What if I replaced coffee creamer
With Windex tomorrow morning,
How much time would the ambulance take?
Would I be okay?
Because I don’t really want to die
But yes I do, for just a second
Bring me back to life
Defibrillators against my chest
Don’t shock me as much as
The silence, because it rings
It’s not even silent
So how can it be so invasive
I think about the consequence of
Lighting a candle and leaving
It there by my bedside all night
How quickly would I
Knock it down in my sleep
I’m so afraid of burning to death
Though I guess one solves the other
I mean if you push a burning person into a lake,
Say a witch tied to a stake,
Are you saving them,
Or does that make you a killer,
See she couldn’t swim up,
But at least she isn’t burning,
And am I the witch or the fire in this scenario?
Probably both, though I’m also
A lake because who else
Can put me down better than myself.
And I pushed my own damn self in
Because “I don’t need a hero”
Every feminist bone in my body screams
While I’m tied to the railroad tracks
How did I get here? Wasn’t I just drowning?
I guess I took a crosstown bus.
But I was the only passenger
Because it was completely silent.
a life I once lived. she was my righteous, my sin. filled my soul with ecstasy. ecstasy of peace. I shot her into my veins, seen a pyramid piece. a life long before, with a king and a queen, somehow I was under the impression that was her and that was me. than it pierced thru my lungs straight for my soul, just than I seen the entire universe unfold. without our love, the 8 won’t go. I cried and told you how I felt deep down. you told me the same and the 8 spun around. it flowed with us and thats how I knew you were mines. I was yours since the beginning of time, it wasn’t an hallucination ,it was my third eye, an astral projection, the truth never lies. I know it was real since I felt you behind my eyes. from my head to my toes. from my heart to my soul.
we are fire
i am the orange ember, the coldest part of the flame
you are the white hot tip of at the head of the match head
it sometimes flickers blue
you are blue
i hate blue, i always have
i am red
making purple sounds like a delightful endeavour
but i am reminded of the love bite (why are they called that)
that you left
it was purple, it hurt for weeks
it turned green
i hate you.
i hate blue.
i hate the white flame.
When the house is quiet,
When the nighttime has come,
I am bombarded by thoughts
Of the things that I've done
A scratch on the record,
A static on VHS,
A mind bitterly thinking
About a discombobulated mess
I'm utterly happy,
Or so I believe,
Although it may not come across,
It may not be perceived
These thoughts are like alcohol
Dousing the flame
Don't come any closer
I'm already close to insane
A light that banishes the darkness
A stony cliff that becomes a calm meadow
A mirror that looks deeper than physical features
A letter that is can be read on the face
Muted, as it doesn’t listen to rumors
Sweet rain that falls on all the grass
A painkiller as well as an infliction
A sickness remedied by patience
Fire that warms and burns you
A kindness with no ending.
A sliver of heaven
on this hellish
I have grown beyond you.
I could play your trifling games,
but I prefer to burn this bridge
and watch it fall in flames.
I have an illness of anger,
burning at my mind.
I fought at your side as blood,
only to be maligned.
Once where I saw my friend,
I now only see a snake.
You are behind me,
I leave you in my wake.