#ravaging
you fight the feeling, but it’s like trying to quiet hunger during an exam
rumbling, churning, growling, snarling from the pit
where universes and chakras intersect in dazzling purple gold vermilion
it explodes from you -
in waves in waves in waves
from your core to your muscles through your limbs, zapping from your fingers, toes and tongue
like lightning splitting a weeping willow from within
dazed and thunderstruck
you can’t resist the scent, the songs, the polaroids,
the lips or eyes shining between passing clouds or shimming stars
everything pulls you back like a coiling riptide
you’re fighting a parachute caught in a tempest
and all you want is to cut loose
to be sane and sound to be grounded to be planted to be rooted
in soil not turmoil
in the ever-blooming fields of love
for once awash in air and floating cherry blossoms
liberated from euphoric eddies and stretching shadows
deepening across the padded rooms of your heart
May 24, 2018
May 24, 2018 at 2:05 AM UTC
I am drowning
in a sea ravaged
by storm.
I couldn't keep up
with the onslaught
of waves.
My arms are getting numb,
my legs are burning,
my lungs are slowly
loosing oxygen.
Try as I might,
I can't swim back
ashore.
And slowly,
I stopped moving
and I let the waves
bring me down.
And I am sinking.
Sinking deeper
in the abyss
of an addled mind.
Sinking in the
comforting hands
of insanity.
Sinking in the lilting
voice of madness.
Jan 17, 2016
Jan 17, 2016 at 1:52 AM UTC
You don’t look for love at the Bar
You look for love at a Library
Or something more pleasant
Anything that has a ravaging environment is not a recommended setting to find your other half
Unless your definition for love is lust
Then you might as well put commitment in the dust
Do what you want, but know what to expect.
Sep 6, 2015
Sep 6, 2015 at 3:53 AM UTC