#bari
I'm afraid to love what would never return blessed favor
for my heart is brittle and bare
stripped to rickety existence
Jan 1, 2018
Jan 1, 2018 at 8:16 PM UTC
comprehensive labyrinth of error
fragile to in-extensive touch
Jan 1, 2018
Jan 1, 2018 at 8:12 PM UTC
I need time to detangle this web of tears,
trapped in turmoil,
entrapped in confusion,
I am a maze runner in solitude,
watching flowers bloom on the other side of the fence,
I see nothing,
but the gravel that binds me within soil,
reaching through cracks I strive,
to see skies of blue
Sep 20, 2017
Sep 20, 2017 at 2:08 PM UTC
There's an empty passion within me,
So many hopes and dreams,
yet no direction.
I feel bound,
by chains and locks and walls
so indescribable it is
My passion is clear,
like an untouched lake,
but I see no path,
I'm a runner on the road,
an endless road of wonder,
all leading to my home,
as I run I nearly reach my destination,
and then I run back,
not from fear,
but doubt.
This doubt is my *******
I long for escape,
but it has its grip,
It is crushing me in a straightjacket of hopelessness,
and I so long for a breath of fresh air,
a glimpse,
a sign,
that one of these infinite roads leads to something,
a glimpse of my destination,
a savior,
certainty,
absolution
Sep 27, 2017
Sep 27, 2017 at 5:39 PM UTC
the universe works in and endless labyrinth of ways,
what brings truth,
what brings falsehoods,
a maze of opportunity,
but of none,
it feels like water,
seeping through plastic it holds it's grip,
on who I could be but it doesn't,
direction is only an illusion,
while I stare into the eyes in my mirror I feel nothing,
but lost...
Sep 1, 2017
Sep 1, 2017 at 12:23 PM UTC
Have you seen him?
The boy
tears running down his face like a shower head
Have you seen him?
the boy
rocking back and forwards like a metronome
Have you seen him?
wringing his neck
dangling from the tree in his closet
Have you seen it?
that tree
the tree that has hung infinite bodies
soiled in rules and norms
seeds of hate and malice
planted by those who hate us
Have you seen it?
the blood of our sisters and brothers
our black brothers and sisters
our native brothers and sisters
our latinx
our brown
our gay
our lesbian
our bi
our trans brothers and sisters
Don't you see it?
We exist on this same tree
divided
Aug 10, 2017
Aug 10, 2017 at 12:32 PM UTC
Why don't you love me?
For so long I've been a closed shell,
I decided to let you in and you were my glass of ocean,
you slipped down my throat and randomly contaminated me,
poisoned my liver,
fractured my lungs.
Why don't you love me?
Just me,
I make myself so **** easy to love,
to see,
see I know you have love for me,
You say you love me.
But, I'm not the only one,
I'm not the first,
the second,
the third time this has happened,
and a fourth it won't.
So You must answer me,
Why don't you love me?
When I love you
Am I not worthy of it?
Am I not ready?
Please,
let me know,
because I'm on the edge,
of jumping off,
of letting go.
Why don't you love me
Aug 3, 2017
Aug 3, 2017 at 8:41 PM UTC
what is happening?
we saw fireworks under vast oceans,
we found mirrors in quarrel caves,
what is this?
i stare into seas and see only sand,
i listen in crowded rooms and hear silence,
how do i navigate your labyrinth?
i'm sick of sending messages through steel rooms,
with no glass windows
Jun 3, 2017
Jun 3, 2017 at 12:16 AM UTC
painter boy,
your skin as brown as oak,
stretched over a body of pure godliness,
I am speechless,
I admire the beauty in every move you make,
every blink,
every turn,
every fidget fascinates me,
you speak and a stillness strikes my heart,
your words full of honey and raindrops,
bringing a wave of calmness over me,
you make me feel at home,
you're so full of life,
yet so mysterious,
you call me beautiful and a rain falls from my soul,
it is as if i have released a weight of infinite tons,
you make me smile as i look at you,
i don't know much but i know everything,
we stare at eachother and i see and feel the passion within our gaze,
i've gotten lost in your eyes and now I've made this beautiful brown galaxy my home
Mar 26, 2017
Mar 26, 2017 at 8:15 PM UTC
You're just like my smiles,
abandoning me when I need them the most.
Dec 24, 2016
Dec 24, 2016 at 4:57 AM UTC
I can't see you through glass mirrors.
but I can't hear you in empty corridors.
Dec 27, 2016
Dec 27, 2016 at 1:40 PM UTC
i am a willow leaf,bound to the branches of a poisonous maple tree.
I am different from my neighbors.
I try to tell them about me,
but every time I reveal my tongue they spit toxins onto my flesh.
They are all I've ever known,
but they're the source of my pain.
They are the source of my hate.
Everything I value most,
they seek to destroy.
What must I do?
Dec 24, 2016
Dec 24, 2016 at 5:09 AM UTC
it's hard,
my story is of love and of strength,
in which one i do not possess,
walls of water leak into my room as i wait to drown,
but my soul says be free,
it so badly wants to be,
but it be,
trapped.
In a web of lies,
a maze of confusion,
but a window of certainty.
Knowing what it wants,
but not knowing what it creates,
knowing that it is me,
but knowing it isn't what they want it to be.
My soul is at war with it's truth,
but in battle with it's reality.
What do I do?
Dec 18, 2016
Dec 18, 2016 at 1:10 AM UTC
A boy sits alone blinking away falling rapid tears,
lipstick in hand,
eyes glazed in eternal pain.
She sits in shelter,
tears in hand,
dripping like lilies falling through shimmering thighs.
She thinks of him as his lips,
red as crimson,
eyes shimmering like the glitter she uses to hide her pain.
Their love broken by acid tongues and toxic systems,
they remain fragile.
Fearing the letters that were long created by no one.
Face painted for lights to see,
his tears have ruined this canvas.
He hides the rain deep within,
in order to maintain the desert his flesh must remain.
Bathed in strong fumes,
clothes engulfed in flames,
she feels sorrow.
The only light is the multicolored flames slowly dying in their eyes.
She kisses his lips in silence.
Lips of cherry and mango dipped in crimson paint,
oh how sweet.
False labels tattooed upon his face,
while rebellious truth seeps from his wounds.
Her skin rains as his soul dies.
He slips from life all because...
dictation,
creation,
labels,
mentality
Oct 13, 2016
Oct 13, 2016 at 1:46 PM UTC
HEAR ME,
the caged bird,
Maya once spoke of my ancestor,
but I have a new song,
my song is but a simple request,
it is of modern day,
it is of another time,
a time of difference,
a time of new,
I but have one request,
to mine own mother,
let go of the door to the cage you have me trapped within,
I know my way through the prison,
you just placed your knowledge upon my being,
you have seen your war as my fight,
you haven't taught yourself the strategy,
you have missed training and believed so as to me,
your being is not ready as you have believed upon mine,
but my being is not your being,
which is what you fail to comprehend,
my wings are of steel,
this beak has been sharpened,
my talons are ready for war,
set me free
Aug 23, 2016
Aug 23, 2016 at 9:14 PM UTC