#rictameter
hungry
belly growling
go c a n n i b a l i s t i c
on victims of my appetite
people flee me with their tidy routine
t r a u m a t i c a l l y busted up
meat flowers devoured
my glutton grows
hungry
Apr 6, 2024
Apr 6, 2024 at 3:25 PM UTC
fast paced
negative space-
-invades our idle play-
-of kingdom enraged and boredom-
-engaged transitional teenage tup-dut-
-fertile breeding and recoding-
-embers of prior thieves
an inflamed race
fast paced
Mar 6, 2024
Mar 6, 2024 at 7:52 PM UTC
Can’t move
Three, two, one, go!
Open your eyes. No. No.
It’s not real. OPEN YOUR EYES NOW!
Eyes, not yours, watching; hands, not yours, reaching.
Who… what is that at the window?
A dream? But you’re awake,
paralysed, still
can’t move.
Apr 5, 2020
Apr 5, 2020 at 11:50 AM UTC
Today
I plan to be
properly productive –
not let time get away from me.
But it’s half past eight. I’ll begin at nine.
Now it’s nine-twelve. I’ll start at ten…
…And that’s how, somehow, I
got nothing done
today.
Apr 12, 2019
Apr 12, 2019 at 9:37 AM UTC
one day
the holidays
will hurt a little less
as time halves and halves and halves until
i can't remember your name anymore.
in time i'll learn to be present
with the ones who wait to
love me, soft and
patient.
Nov 22, 2017
Nov 22, 2017 at 3:50 PM UTC
Liquid
lavender eyes
behind a slight disguise
I feel the pulse with quickened gait
spell bound I stare into a certain fate
spirit image and magic call
into those eyes I do fall
lavender eyes
Liquid
Big brown
beautiful eyes
bewitching brazen eyes
I glance then gaze they hypnotize
her tawny ****** ***** bedroom eyes
they tantalize they mesmerize
sultry sweet smiling eyes
beautiful eyes
Big brown
Pretty
baby blue eyes
open wide to see inside
pulsing like ocean’s crystal tides
bottomless pools like Caribbean cove
hypnotized I fall deep in love
swimming in her soulful
baby blue eyes
Pretty
May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 10:17 AM UTC
Be brave
You already are
Look what you survived through
The wounds of your past have closed
The seemingly endless chapter ended
The dark bruises faded lightly
The battle left you scarred
And your still here
Be brave
Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 10:13 PM UTC
I'm growing old.
God don't plant in straight rows,
And weeds won't hear my temperate pleas.
But harvest comes, wailing like a freight train.
I thrive in the ghost town I built.
Regret crowds the crosswalks.
I wait for you.
Hurry.
Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 8:17 AM UTC