#squared
You're the cement on which I walk
and the language that I talk.
You're the chalk in the dark tunnels
and the door on which I knock.
You're my summer breeze
and my winter solstice.
You're the smile on my face
and my depression soulless.
You're an empty canvas
And I'm A broken paintbrush
You're waves crashing against the shore
and I'm an impatient surfer real bored.
You couldn't care less
and I sacrificed more.
I lost three loves to you
and I love you squared.
I love you, and it's not fair
And you're my everything anywhere.
Jul 7, 2017
Jul 7, 2017 at 6:25 AM UTC
so I guess this is it, the summit
not very impressing.
I thought at the least I'd see over the tops of skies
you should know I hid cigarette butts under the stone patio
off the guest wing. now I wish I could just lay on those rocks or at the base of your bed, vanity wore us down like shotgun rounds in the face of our masquerade ballet. I drank the bloods from your fountains of paradise: 19, 20, 21, 22, and 23
then found you in our bed with your fingers in your ***
to make sure we'd fit together more aptly, and now my skin
burns in its own rash of obsessive unforgetfulness, I make my own
******* future with you innit,
***** or no *****
I know nectars better than the Georgians
worship better than Mohammad
skin better than Buffalo Bill
and your name better than my own
Penguin.
Jan 2, 2016
Jan 2, 2016 at 1:08 AM UTC
Subtlety, and nonchalant
Brace reality and confront
What needs to be
Arriving at decisions carefully
Meditative & decisively,
But knowing when to be abrupt
Head held high, chin up,
Shoulders squared,
Ready to face what's in front
Dissected corpses of the past
Left in the lab
Behind the frontal lobe
History is,
Things that have come to pass
And things still yet to unfold
Apr 20, 2023
Apr 20, 2023 at 3:01 PM UTC