I got close to you once
Uncanny resemblance I didn’t realize
Until now
That loss was not so much

Roses and snakes
I think his was sharks
Forgetting until this moment
About that pomegranate juice

Over this ominous thing, stumbling
Feeling its pulls
Strangled and taught
I pray to god?
About this karmically translucent string

Rushing the clock
Never knowing when is too early
Until it’s impossibly late

Baby blew.
The wind carries and will continue to,
indefinitely until hues unrecognizable
pass you by. You don’t bat an eye.
Chest pings, our Morse code transcending
The distance placed, and
never closed.
Preferring the perpendicular to the parallel?
Just you,
Baby’s blue.

You arrive
As I exit
I now realize what you felt
Too late
The lost chance not fault of my own
Nary an invite
What could be
Or would’ve been
**** it

Wailing!
Not the night.
Sunshine never brighter, refusing to dim;
where are you to be found?

Swept away by the current too far!
Disgruntled over the butterscotch car.
Indefinitely wondering how you are;
do you ever see the beam?

And won’t
Think or write;
Find the lining, copper search collapse.
Death
We witnessed together.
Foreshadow, always tends to.
Unease in my chest
Blessed to feel, everything always.
Growing
Tired of this painful polarity.
A scab shall be buried

All along.
The driver never questioned if the windshield was worthy of being clean or *****.
He just scrubbed the **** off and left the dirt water in the tub.
My mother once told me people **** in those.

I pick and pester my own peace.
“An invisible splinter!”
Far and wide, deep and thorough.
Darwanistic ableist? Elitist?
Doubtful. Few wise words from the ponytail with powder blue nails.
“I’m sorry!”
Written up, for the truth over the lie - always.
Nauseating; the perspective isn’t beyond me.

Perfect
Desired accessories were never necessities
Born as you were, are as you’re meant.

No recycling
Dump your garbage here

You’ll stumble, stutter
My gesture, you sat.
End with a bump

Strangers and Irish car bombs
Intervention, mortal if anything.

Louder than me
He sat in your seat
The pasta was better
Communication more clear
But I still want to puke all the time
I’m no better, wish I was
I actually am it just feels pointless and it’s easy
To cave

For me to be
Part of whatever that is
And have any chance at enjoying it
I have to change the make up of my brain.

Is there a kiosk for that at Sephora?

My Destiny?
The solution to my conflicts?
The polar of my deepest desire?

Poetically cruel.
Perfect for me.

Everything I love
Escapes with claw marks
And bruises they won’t discover
Until it matters

I’m so sorry
I didn’t want to
I miss you

What happens

Not taking any, though
accruing scripts

I think I just needed an xray

A ****** stamp,
Or the shelves,
Or TV,
Or lamps,
The desk? **** that, too.
But to dwindle it down,
To your perceived disrespect
Of the **** that feed you no matter how hard or often you bite?
Laughable
Pathetic
And embarrassing
Mutually, trust.

I will wait
Chin resting on my wrists
The circulation gets cut off
I don’t mind the tingle in my fingers

I will wait
For the letter I’ll never receive
A holiday I’ll experience lie-less
Perhaps someone with a smile
Hands me a bow wrapped box

I will wait
For the nauseating pit to fill
With spirit, or spirits, maybe spirits.
Who am I to decide at this point?
Or I shall, change of pace.

I will wait for that feeling I’ve felt
And I won’t suffocate the flame once it sparks
Or perhaps I will.
Polarity

julianne hough
I wonder what dry shampoo they had u using gf

I wrap my face up
Snuggly and tight
The pressure makes me forget a little.
Not enough, but anything is something.
The veil lifts as the sunsets
And I find comfort in faded shadows,
But as the sun disappears I become a child again.
That fear isn’t of the dark, I can’t place the discomfort.
Might it be a splinter, a bruise? I’ll keep trying to figure it out

Truly believed sentiment.
Before my *** hit the velvet couch
And the tears fell
And fell
And fell.
For the entire session.
See you next week!

Still recognized
With my lone 2 eyes
Nobody brushing my shoulder.
Enjoy it for yourself?
How

Genuinely believing
Every temporary, life changing love
Is better off after they sever me.

Do I long for more?
The delight of a Taco Bell burrito
Or the cats pawing at my legs?
I’m hangry but it’s definitely the cats
Maybe

On my feet,
Under my nails.
You don’t want to be found.
I envy that too much to respect it.
I’d never understood shame,
But as everyone who you love deeply
Drifts away,
“Drifts,”
One might wonder how I can’t smell my own stink.
Welcome to Florida!
You’ll never see that phone again

She spends her morning icing up,
Drawing on those brows.
Thirty minutes, all it takes
The talons and teeth, feverish though she takes.
Unbothered, gleeful even
The glassy eyes promising purpose
Yet here we are
Icing for thirty minutes.
Too many cans in one bag,
The cat would've been fine.

Phone a friend
Perhaps I'd follow the lead
Predictable, you couldn't.
I have to.
We'll be there soon
You'll have much to
Post about
Positively waiting for the shoe of the
Polarity to drop

I need to Google what poetry actually is.
I will then write a poem about corn!
Elotes, man.
Amen.

Magnolia flowers!
Close your bloodshot eyes.
It's time to pray
for mercy in the manufactured marathon.
You'll not be running, or?
May their flesh match souls,
And words detail what is.

It looks so ridiculous
But those shoulders?
Let them watch

Now knows
What it feels like
To get your ears pierced at Claire's

Her nose turned up
She looked aside
Whether I struck a cord or fell on deaf ears
We could always wonder
Though it seems easier to just trust in yourself
And remember your tea tastes better

Fireworks
Fireflies
Firecrotch

Who's keeping score?
Your soul echos.
You don't keep anybody around to celebrate.
Using utilities unpaid by you..
It was never about the **** you stole; I can admit the projection. An *******, nonetheless, and you'd agree in a moment of honesty.
Recognizing you must've needed someone to feel the way you've felt.
How lucky am I to be your catalyst!

Of all that I've admired,
And every thorn needing a place to stick.
I just remembered Scrub Daddies.
I chastised one's mommy kink one time -
A shame as I didn't really care.
He was 6'6 and I just needed a snack.
Someone wring out the sponge.

Handsome archer,
May your eyes crease daily
Wherever you fled to
I pray you're well kept

Selective student,
May they challenge you
Idle hands find trouble
Seek yellow in the brown around your pupil.
What do they say?
Lock in?

This was your request!
Recall

Wishing you would
But never a day too busy
To keep you out

OG
It tastes faintly like gym socks?
You stinky strain
Help me sleep

Grandma would smack my hand
Gently
She meant well and I'd feel guilty
Lessons she'd learned passed to me
The lore solidified this importance
A compromise? To the salon!

I'd pick at my nail polish
A compromise from the worst?
Chipping and scraping them bare
Until they were ugly
Back to boy hands

Tomorrow could be life changing
Yet I'd face it without rest
Will or would?
Fine, I'll stop picking.

Missouri
I'll awaken myself to avoid bearing witness
The ex of my first became the rebound of my last
No ******* way

You're scared but I'll guide you
Grasp my trembling hand
Confidence is its most intangible
Yet here I feel my tallest

Suction and pressure pulling my finger
Yes, baby, I felt the quiver
Don't sit up, stay there
That was all I needed

you make it look effortless
containing my envy
knowing I wouldn't prefer your method.
wishing for once, though
mine felt true

Shower suddenly lava
Not even a metaphor at this point
Orange carpets I should learn
And go to the dermatologist

All he wanted
Was to feel the pages against his fingers
Engulf his mind in something new
Or old perhaps, different.
Everything bled together, the pages are now muddied
Dedications confused with conclusion

Off we go, to the streets to find distraction
Anything beats dreaded solitude
When did this begin?
Between The Box Car Children and Jung

Hermes, Hermes,
What's it today?
You provoke them, spewing the things that you say.
Talking misfortunes in an upbeat way,
Skewing perception-
Quite the boastful display.

Moving, persuading, audiences of your play,
Could not have anticipated the anguish at bay.
'A catalyst,' You'd proclaimed,
Eyes revealing the dismay
The windows to your soul are in shambles
"Right this way!"

Down the winding paths where memories shall lay,
You'd brought my brother by here last May.
Nostalgic glimpses of family, a price to pay.
"Farewell, false wise one. Hope you took time to pray."

Damage
**** Edge

I don't think of you
As the one that got away
But I do think about you
Every time one goes

It burnt my hand
My pale skin started to boil
Alike throwing my stretched fingertips through glass
Hot, fiery flashes charging through my spine
A sharp inhale through clenched teeth
Eyelids locked together
My knees buckle, the carpet burns
An all too familiar nauseating sensation
I can't look
What was I reaching for?
You're not there