I met this girl years ago
Intense even from the get go
It was hard not to obsess
It was the way she dressed up little words
along the tapestry and down the drapes
from the small cracks in the walls
to the kitchens junk drawer
she filled the whole place with
warmth and light  
every time she said I love you baby, good night!

I've felt many different types of pain, but the most intense has been the pain of healing, and unfortunately that specific type of pain can only be felt when you are very much awake to absorb the whole of it.

The toilet's right next to it yet you still **** in the shower
Your man is at your party but you're still a ******* coward
Your life is flipping burgers yet you still get extra hours
Your boss was your old boyfriend, now your friends are all his plowers

You have nothing to live for, you're no problematic fave
You're taking all you can and in the trash goes what I gave
I stayed with you for long enough, thought you were mine to save
All you had was track marks but I was your ******* slave

You aren't with me anymore and you have nothing in store
You aren't something special, you're a loser, ****** *****
Being a huge enigma's all you got, it's all your lore
I wish I could forget you, I am not you anymore

Lightning strikes, I hold my head
Left
Just look forward, nothing's bad
Right
Took everything that I had
Up
Did nothing but make me mad
Down
Feel like fire, I ain't dead

You know, we're the artifacts
We're the future, that's a fact
Steel yourself, not over yet
I will ****, you wanna bet?

Incoherent screaming
Clap
Bloodied to the core
Clap
Don't forget the feeling
Snare
Succumb to the gore
Break
*****, you're dead!

i can't write anymore.
i go fishing for words in a dried up lake
and lose the thoughts at the sight of you.
you.
you envelop even the empty spaces, of course
when i can't write i think of you.
i think it's because I know it will never be as beautiful.

this will be my downfall
the thunder in my head
has struck the trees
and the leaves
fall to the ground
from its quake.

it disrupts every
******* aspect of my
life. my spine
shakes at your power,
my shoulders slump
at your warmth. your
hands have stripped every part of my
identity. you rebuild
me again. I cannot
write because your eyes
don't allow me.
your lips are
my prison and my liberation

your hand around my throat is your claim and my closure
i know you never wanted to posses my and my ***** soul
but truly i am nothing without your tightening grip
just a pet to your words your voice your body
yours.
it is all I am.
I cannot write for I am no long a being.
Just the creation of a God.
just a babydoll who listens
a girl who obeys
a child with closed eyes

is this love
or is this rebirth

Transfixed by your touch,
Causing chills that crave for more.
Allowing breath to flow effortlessly,
Intensifying with each exhale.
Letting moans trace my lips with bursts of pleasure.
Moves becoming voluntary and obedient,
Embracing passion, grasping for more, anticipating ******.

It’s all fckt up,
can’t even pretend it’s not,
whatever happened to love Love,
whatever happened to us,

I don’t care how many Instagram likes you get now,
I don’t care about how many repost you receive,
see all those likes aren’t loves and love is all that matters,
so what the fck does any of that really matter to me,

or you,
or us,
or what,
what the fck,

it’s all fckt up,
can’t even pretend it’s not,
whatever happened to love Love,
whatever happened to us,

how have we become just fading memories of each other,
how can we repair what we’ve broken,
my God nothing is forbidden,
I mean I came inside of you when you opened,
my seed entered your belly,
we went way past the point of *******,
and the now you act as casual,
as if we’d only exchanged a conversation,

but we exchanged much more than that,
we exchanged Life and it’s essence,
I gave you my seed you gave me a reason to breathe,
but what did we get in exchange for that,

nothing,

nothing but a memory,
of a fracture in a heart that’s been broken,
nothing but a bit more inspiration,
to use as fuel to put these words into these poems,

and so what,
so now we have these words to last as emotional memorials,
from I time when we still felt,
from a time when emotions still held a place in our Selves,

oh well,
I guess there’s no turning back now,
we’re on a Death March to the Blackness of Nothingness now,
and we got here somehow but I don’t know how,

wow,
what the fck,
show me something of interest,
and when I ask you why tell me just because,

because,

none of this matters,
other than the art we create,
and if you’re an uncompromising artist as well,
then you can relate to my current emotional mental state,

wait,
no fck that get going,
this is your life no one is going to live it for you,
so do something that at least seems important,

because there are no rules,
all parameters are gone,
kiss love fck forget,
everything’s your choice,

it’s all fckt up,
can’t even pretend it’s not,
whatever happened to love Love,
whatever happened to us…

∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆

And the breath she took
Didn’t cool her down
The heat was spilling out
Thirst began
To scale her tongue
Lips and legs ajar
The fire spread within the dark
Until it rained
And clouds embraced
Sighs escaping smiles

I do know lip-reading
But that smile
Demands for tactile

departure
                arrival
the climber
                 the diver
     the heat
                 the chills
     the beat
                 the thrill
         depth
                 moisture
        height
                 closure