#glove
Today it rained
And every rain drop reminded me of you
You washed my fears away
As you Planted new hope in my garden of love
You covered my insecurities like a glove
If this is what love feels like
I want it to rain everyday
Nov 11, 2025
Nov 11, 2025 at 12:56 AM UTC
In ten days when I land in London
Don't come looking for me in the park.
Don't go searching the alleys in Camden
I won't wait at my favourite landmark.
I'll be looking through different venues
Watching closely the people I love.
Getting tired of marvelous hypocrites, whose
Affections are shown with the glove .
Nov 17, 2019
Nov 17, 2019 at 10:43 AM UTC
I clean toilets
with no gloves on
my two tone hands.
I wondered why
I was born.
She told me this:
"So I wouldn't be alone."
I clean floors and
change a commode.
**** fills my nose.
I offer time
in an exchange
for my wage.
"I'm a ***** and
I was born for this
companionship."
I wondered why
I was born.
She told me this:
"I really wanted a kid."
Free agent, here.
I'm a bang for your buck.
Want a bargain?
Then you're in luck.
I can change a bed.
(Please take me in.)
I can tend a heart.
(It's what I was taught.)
I swallow.
(Oh, oh.)
I swallow.
(Oh, oh.)
Sep 17, 2019
Sep 17, 2019 at 3:24 AM UTC
We lay
as gloves
each a leisured hand
ingested by the other
Pleasure teeming
unweaned
and weak for the feed
Keening to pray continue
we lay down
to play some more
Sep 5, 2019
Sep 5, 2019 at 10:14 PM UTC
They say at the moment before your death,
You will have a piece of life flash before your eyes.
I wonder if it will catch my baby’s breath,
Or my very first butterflies.
I hope I will see all that is good,
Not my first love, but my last.
I hope I do not see the horrors of my childhood,
Or if I do, I hope it goes fast.
When my time comes, I hope it is filled
With all the I love
And all that I have fulfilled,
Warming my heart like a woollen glove.
Jun 16, 2019
Jun 16, 2019 at 12:31 PM UTC
Self examination
snap the nitrile
blue gloves up in your ventricles
grab a ********
or two
we're gonna stretch and
pull down the protector
3,2,1 avant garde
no sound, but your life was hard
I noticed
you spoke it
credits were rollin'
down your cheek
so you smoked it
and laughed at
nothing certain but death and taxes
laxative breakfast served
a generation
you miss it you miss it
a life that hurt because you
scavenged for Christmas
the little blessings
a life worth living
by killing optimists
penetrating defense
to pillar high with indifference
to intent
now you can't ascend
you stash it
in Easter baskets
in sillicone lashes
push the ashes together
then burn the mattress
dust to sand
through fingers, a fist
3rd grade principal
pulled from detention
a stretcher pulled you
white to trenches you fought in
when all you needed was
a breath of attention
who said you could end it
win it
prescription of tribulations
from whatever God you'd scavenge for Christmas
he put you through it
all the abuses
the habits
the black and white canvas
silent obscuring angles
of mannequins
30 seconds of a dancer
who prayed for this madness
who pays for the therapist
who even lets you have it
who kept you out of church
and into church basements
who writes the book of curses
that force fed you the sedative
given by laxatives
that say they went to college.
their Suit is stained in coffee
Yet you have the vices
The film is over
the light flickers darkness
we sit in the coffin
smokin' and screamin'
blood is flowing, but there's
no fire
we're just speakin'
what happens after 3PM
witching hour that one scene
when the camera angle was
blurry.
it spoke to me
said self examination can't be
latex
you gotta get nitrile
they're cut resistant
cover five fingers
not just a lover
a stranger
they protect you from more than danger
so button your blanket
take down the ink curtains
sun was always shining,
closed it
to blurry focus
could take our macguyver theater
wallpaper canvas stretching
hit us in the temple
like a parsha
finished another session
the blessing of human language
the messenger
malakh, without expectation
we fumble to understand
Scalpel in our hand,
ventricle in tact
we're just holdin' a feather pen
talkin' in white and black
we stick our hands in the past
take a look at examination
then take a look at our self.
Sep 18, 2018
Sep 18, 2018 at 6:10 PM UTC
It behaved as the young dove,
I started chasing elusive love,
It shielded its valuable trove,
I found it hidden in the cove,
It smelt so fresh like the clove,
I gave it a much needed shove,
It fumbled right into my glove.
May 11, 2017
May 11, 2017 at 8:10 AM UTC
I envy her.
I'd write that
she changes lovers
as often as her clothes,
but I've seen her
hold on to clothes
much longer.
I envy her.
She knows love
straight out of
a Vogue editorial.
The kind where models
wear only jeans
and ****** each other
with their polished,
photoshopped beauty
and ****** eyes.
Then you see
the same models
somewhere else,
seducing some other model,
and wonder
how their brains
can keep up
the oxytocin
demand.
I envy her.
My lover and I,
we're full of holes,
like my father's
light blue Levi's
from the eighties.
I don't envy her.
We're full of holes,
my love and I,
but full of patches
because a good pair of jeans
are worth mending
when they fit you
like a glove.
Apr 11, 2017
Apr 11, 2017 at 9:53 PM UTC
Scared before she could be my only wife,
Flew away on my tender touch a dove.
Abandoning the sinking relation-ship,
Caring not about the poetical trove.
She let me drown in the gifted grief,
Never cared to give me a shove.
To my eyes, it was just another blip,
Her hand was never in my glove.
The calm sound of happiness fife,
Than ego, she wants it not above.
It is strange how she lost grip,
Always like a princess dove.
Melted in heat of real life,
Such was her waxy love.
Dec 2, 2016
Dec 2, 2016 at 7:40 AM UTC
he holds a coffee cup in one hand
and a notebook in the other
it has a langston hughes quote on the cover
written in a midnight scrawl
when he paid, he smiled with all his teeth
and he had taken off his dark gloves for long enough
to reveal his calloused fingers
scarred guitar worn fingers
he drinks his coffee black and sits by the window
and Lord, the thought of him breaks me already
Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 2:58 PM UTC
They say that love fits like a glove.
But love doesn't fit like a glove.
We fit into dozens of gloves throughout our lives.
We use a new pair every winter,
We cherish them when the cold hits
But when the trees turn back to green
The scarves fall to the floor
We forget about sweaters and warm blankets…
The gloves disappear somewhere in a closet where we can never find one or the other again.
It doesn’t bother us.
We buy a new pair.
Miss the warmth of the previous one,
Maybe miss the familiarity of a pair that fit perfectly for a while but then…
Then we forget.
And it goes on and on.
So love doesn’t fit like a glove.
Love doesn’t fit.
Love torns.
But it is so worth it
Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 3:48 PM UTC
I wrote a poem for my biography to a special person about Adam, I thought you would like to read it.
Blue Heart
You were 18, so many years in front of you.
It felt like a dark eternity, you didn’t want to go.
I saw it in your sunken eyes.
The vacant stare and sad dark eyes.
I saw when you were sitting around the table prom night.
So much going around but you were too calm
too collected.
too inside your mind for us.
I knew that blank expression from experience
All too well.
You screamed for help
silent and loud
I reached for your hand
but you
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You were poised and calm
Broken but full of love.
All I wanted to do was help you.
you were standing still when the world went on
and it did go on, it did, without you.
When you were standing there at the edge
I wondered about you, all in my head.
We were short lived, a friendship that was fast.
You came, changed me, then you left.
it came and went in a flash.
I knew when no one else could guess.
you put it all on me, didn’t you.
but I was not cross with you.
Heartbroken, yes
scared, yes
alone, yes
mad, no
Your color was blue
Blue heart, blue veins
Blue is the color of our planet
from far far away
we wore it proud it was all for you,
a blue solemn silence.
and the world spun fast and
all the people hurried fast, real fast
and no one ever smiled.
You weren’t all there, in that head of yours.
dark and empty
you were sad but you lived like you would die
tomorrow
tomorrow came too soon and it was up to you.
it was always up to you.
Meeting you was bitter
you put me through stress, anxiety and heartache
you put me through shame and shock
All I wanted was you by my side,
and you there was not.
Meeting you was sweet
you gave me smiles and laughs,
good music and thoughts
you gave me a feeling of friendship and care.
All I wanted was you by my side,
but you were not there.
You were poised and calm,
you rubbed off on me.
I was hyped and excited
you called me “ADHD”
You drove an old red beater with water bottles everywhere,
with **** in the glove compartment.
but you didn’t care.
Your drove with sunglasses and the FM radio loud.
You drove in silence, thinking no doubt.
You loved the sun but you would hike for the shade
when we were together you took me away.
I didn’t think, I didn’t have nerves.
We talked about the world
We talked about life
You had a life you thought you didn’t deserve.
Whoever planted that seed
had some **** nerve
you wrote like me but I wrote for myself
you wrote for us when there’d be nothing else.
I knew when no one else could guess.
you put it all on me, didn’t you.
but I was not mad.
Heartbroken, yes
scared, yes
alone, yes
mad, no
When you were gone
I read
and
I read
i wanted to know exactly when
you felt what you felt.
You called me your jav friend
you called me your angel
You are up there watching over me
I yelled and screamed
I couldn’t breathe.
I shut them out,
I cursed at you.
I hated you
I cried for you
I only see you in my head
Dreaming once and a while of your smile,
of your eyes
but they are never dark
they are never sad
they are never empty
The vacant stare is not there.
your hair is a giant mess
and I freeze that moment right there.
You said you were alone
you said it was a secret
you asked me about my darkest
and you told me all your secrets
I have never been in that much peace knowing I kept you there
It felt like moments when it was hours and you were gone too **** soon.
tomorrow came too fast and it was up to you.
it was always up to you.
Now I wear a band on my wrist
and pray for your peace
that is all I have left,
but you mean so much to me.
I hope you are happy,
I hope your journey has ended
and you found what you wanted
My heart was once broken
but soon if all this is true
it will be mended.
May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 1:27 PM UTC