"munoz" poems
You were coffee cups and dark rooms,
Grey hues and poetry.
You were warm to the touch,
Burned like oak and green ivy
You were sweet like warm jazz,
Taste like soap and old candy
All the love you had left
Came from deep down inside me.
-Melanie Munoz
Jan 16, 2025
Jan 16, 2025 at 12:43 AM UTC
Open bars and drunkards
Cold feet and dark streets
Pink puke and white slabs
My love is far from me.
-Melanie Munoz
Mar 3, 2025
Mar 3, 2025 at 5:09 PM UTC
Chemtrails poke holes through my stomach
Blood drips from my esophagus
Pet names carve my aorta
My veins tie knots in my wrist
Steady,
I sink in this strange abyss.
-Melanie Munoz
Sep 15, 2025
Sep 15, 2025 at 10:26 AM UTC
Sun you bring death
Yet I swim and I sweat
In the rays of you;
Bright yellow sun.
-Melanie Munoz
Jan 2, 2025
Jan 2, 2025 at 3:58 AM UTC
Off beat
Off key
I've never been comfortable
Never comforted
Common
Boring
I've never been interesting
Never impressed
-Melanie Munoz
Dec 11, 2024
Dec 11, 2024 at 9:34 PM UTC
I woke to the rain pattering on my window.
The dark clouds displeased me.
He lingered in my head as I laid on my pillow.
My arms burned blue
The pit grew deeper.
-Melanie Munoz
Jan 18, 2025
Jan 18, 2025 at 8:51 PM UTC
I'm rotting
I'm treasure
Tossed aside yet I'm wrapped in warm gold.
From these limbs I leak pus and blue mold.
-Melanie Munoz
Sep 19, 2025
Sep 19, 2025 at 12:02 AM UTC
The wet grass and thick trees forgotten completely.
These old trains,
Their rust beds,
This rotten graffiti.
I heat up.
I cool down.
You'll never complete me.
-Melanie Munoz
Apr 3, 2025
Apr 3, 2025 at 3:42 PM UTC
I stumble through these dark streets.
My dry mouth and slurred speech.
I called you but you won't receive,
My drunken pleads and memories.
Contorted minds and lucid dreams,
I'll sink into sublunary.
-Melanie Munoz
May 21, 2025
May 21, 2025 at 11:53 PM UTC
Pouring myself over you
Enfolding in this desolate place some call love
Gold dew drips from the likeness of your skin
And our candled fingertips flow eagerly
-Melanie Munoz
Sep 9, 2025
Sep 9, 2025 at 12:12 AM UTC
Displaced and detached
These feelings,
unmatched.
There's nothing to say,
But I like it that way.
-Melanie Munoz
Jan 5, 2025
Jan 5, 2025 at 6:03 PM UTC
To love my skin or wear it thin?
A conscious mind, a gifted sin.
My body aches as minds awake.
This cursed routine, my spastic shakes.
-Melanie Munoz
Apr 30, 2025
Apr 30, 2025 at 11:52 AM UTC