#euphemism
You're twice beat
Shaded in that way again
Under an assumption
No heading only retreating lights
It's Diagnostic sincerity
Oh and your rushed about what?
Afraid assumptions your ease
To which nails hum and refine
Outside in their life
Or catching their cold edge while not involved on holidays
Choked inward the loss of air is so thick
New malady every nuance that furnishes against you more weaponry
Schedule a conflict
True you are the spectacle
But know better sits across documents
Documents day becomes impersonal
Get that true
Voice exhaustion breaks radiator bills off in your numb hands
This is your circulation reading sir
Have a nice day.
Next
I am a print jammed
No news coming out
Forced intersection of my life
They take home pay and off my lines
Never crossed a person
But this way stands
Out in the ordinary I see and read
Involved with clerics calling shots yes that's all but I can too
Off my disbelief an assembly
Joined at college
Not evened out
Doubt and slack show up on me
Degrees of temperature differ hours of poise
In typical dress I'ma mess
Conversation takes the blues and I'm outta fashion
The delegates moved beyond contraction
Informal jar is gone with my vernacular
I'm consequential advertising butter gone hard
Only appointed to a moment to get scraped on
Now I'm the program
Used to be used as poor
Connect to the door
Poverty
It's my name and my contours
Filling in the bored out holes in my corpse
It supports measure and success
You're next
Feb 7
Feb 7, 2026 at 9:38 PM UTC
~
*taking sides
picking flowers
dead and buried
on the surface line
counting hostages
trading stamps
extended infinitely
at right angles
cozy spaces
married couples
perpendicular
legs and mingled stria
one over the other
It's all conjugated
hyperbola
a tourist trap
with zero interest
for a year*
~
Dec 6, 2021
Dec 6, 2021 at 8:09 AM UTC
She was the fire
I was the yellow fog lining the skies
Crusting on the window of those ruby eyes
But, my heart never saw the light
Instead, I smoked away her lip-stained cigarettes
Making small banter about our ***
We could pillow talk through the night
Instead, we went ahead and brought up a child
She lit a fire in my soul
We made love, as I poked the coal
Nov 18, 2020
Nov 18, 2020 at 5:44 PM UTC
*
*Rest on golden shores
Taste of salt in pleasure's waves
Seagulls soar and cry*
*
Aug 4, 2020
Aug 4, 2020 at 3:08 AM UTC
i am tired
not allowed to sleep yet
i must wait
and breathe
heavier every second
empty still
nothing to give
so much to steal
i will wait
unseeing eyes fixed
on the frozen hourglass
i will speak
of birds and sunrise
the relentless vice
of waking
i will wait
until i cannot anymore
Apr 19, 2020
Apr 19, 2020 at 2:14 PM UTC
-I can taste the sensation in my brain
a drug moment defined by you-
a little slip to a lip, to a touch, to much-
such interactions leave my heart in a ****
roll around the cloth in a lump-sum of love
holding onto firm feelings of the swelling of our tongues
back to the white as we dance with our smiles
forth, moving forward in a motion (we won’t turn)-
split the gates wide open
let the honey flow from your wells
face deep in life’s sweet sensations
drinking deep of your sweet nectars-
I will hold firmly to the tiny words cradled in your chest
leaving me breathing until we’re both out of breath-
spread apart, open like a rose in bloom,
our hearts awaken as I hear birds swoon-
a loud and beautiful chirping, given to the space above-
dams held back from bursting forth, no room to keep it held up.
Intertwined, upside down, neck deep in our song,
Flittering and Clittering reversed first in our souls.
a shudder, a touch, and the life of our sound.
Oct 10, 2019
Oct 10, 2019 at 5:49 PM UTC
On every terrorist incident,
Leave they not a stone unturned,
And scream it without fail.
Why do they think of 7th heaven,
Heaven after killing so many,
Of the innocent people?
Undertakers of Ola they are,
******** commit dastardly acts,
Ever will they be able to gaze,
Right into their own eyes in a mirror?
Jun 24, 2019
Jun 24, 2019 at 11:16 AM UTC
a plum, a peach, a pause
youth and vigor's jaws
gradient morals
Jul 13, 2017
Jul 13, 2017 at 7:33 PM UTC
Her feminism is more of self-discovery,
Although I am not intending to insult it,
Than it is about empowering females,
Even I am a feminist essentially...
Sometimes she fails to find sense,
Horribly so and ever non repeated,
Even she herself might laugh inside..
Maybe she is adamant right now,
Earn I will her love someday surely.
Feb 28, 2017
Feb 28, 2017 at 12:27 PM UTC
She’s the same old
Country girl
When she settles back in
With plentiful rice in mouth;
Dry and yet fulfilling with
Words echoing
In between chopsticks,
A sentence upon,
And within,
Every other mouthful.
She has a way with
Talking while drinking tea
Wherein her hands,
Once left to grains of Mao,
Speak nearly as much as the
Sound of
Slurping mountainsides,
Leaves telling stories
And roots shaking rock –
A little something so very
Ancient, so very practiced
And so much so,
That the burden of “old”
Overwhelms her “new”
And 25-year old back.
She rattles and he’s a way,
Away, a way away,
With tinkered thoughts of
Mirages buried silk screens,
The gentle sweep of
Fingernails upon back,
Shooting stars,
Dodging cars
And failure.
He’s the man on the run,
On the road, wherein –
He never ate,
He only watched her
And he never drank,
He only watched her;
He’d watch
Until the faint dreams of a
Sunrise’d give birth,
The new day’d be promised sleep,
And twilight’d be labeled,
“Escapade” or “escape.”
When came the closed eye,
He be the same ol’ boy,
The “other” she’d never known.
Aug 15, 2015
Aug 15, 2015 at 9:22 AM UTC
In the light
Shadows are prisoners
And prisoners we are to our shadows
But if shadows could speak
I think they'll say
*I am no prisoner
I am but a listener
I guide the light
and shape
the stars
I am detailed
craftily inked
I am what links
us all*
**In the darkness
Our shadows are free
And we are free from our shadows
But if shadows could speak
I think they'll say
***I am beyond free
I am everywhere
omnipresent
and omniscient
I shade what most
aren't aware of
I am the protector
The keeper
of all secrets
I am defined
by none***
But if shadows could speak
will anyone still feel lonesome?
Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 4:12 PM UTC
*he was riding a beamer breezer
into the thick foggy Red Mist
along a steep rising road
that seemingly ceased to exist
having relished the taste of elixir
intoxication elevated his state of mind
inebriated with exuberance of life
on stairway to heaven he drove blind
he wanted to ride fast and free
though his mind was strangled
his body refused to be tied up
in a life cord entangled
soon he experienced an impact
deafening his senses, the slumber's fang
eyes closed in sombre sleep but he
crossed the great divide across the big bang
he saw many a glittering diamonds
cuboids of tempered glass in shards
glittering with iridescence against the dark
a tarry sky filled with shattered stars
It seemed like a surreal dream
his body felt light like its floating
amidst the heavenly constellation of orion
saw he, the betelgeuse with ruddiness exploding
the mystic dream faded away
awakened to eternal life with closed eyes
rung down the curtain he joined the choir
mother nature singing him a lullaby*
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 1:29 PM UTC