xmxrgxncy

xmxrgxncy Nov 2017

too much

it used to be so easy to just
sling whatever emotions i had
onto a blank page.

now it seems there are too many
for me to possibly try to push them
into a sentence or two.

Oct 2017

chris

e

it's strange what

desire will make

foolish people do

xmxrgxncy Oct 2017

Attack.

Darling, dear, speak slower now,
For less well known than this
fly daggers, spears, and swords of strife
that lie within my kiss.

The stranger loves that you have poured
do wisp and linger still;
no love there for my throwing star eyes
and their desire to ****.

For targets in isolation do
in solid stature stay,
but hearts like yours-so seldom found-
easily flit away.

So friendship's bars I will obey,
my armor I will down,
it's harder than ever to look at you
but now you're safe and sound.

xmxrgxncy Oct 2017

Stringed Lights

Knowing is no longer a possibility.
Not now.
Not when the whole world would crumple into a writer's discarded draft at the audibility of three certain words.
Humankind is built systematically. To give and to take. To buy and to sell.
But I am wired to give, and only to give.
To you.
Does this mean I will go bankrupt before the brief year is through?
I'd rather be in poor standing with the economy than with you.
But there's always a catch, no?
Every time I think I now how to untangle christmas lights, it becomes immediately evident that I don't.
The constant strangulation is a fear, but a reality.
But to escape would tear hearts and our world apart.
Most say I'm weak, and I find myself agreeing with them.
Because if I wasn't, knowing wouldn't be a possibility, no.
It would be a reality.

xmxrgxncy Oct 2017

Glide

It's like walking on clouds, he said.
It takes all your insecurities and spins them into whipped cream.
whether whipped into sugar or whipped into submission, we will never know.
but that blanket isolation-where will I go when it's swallowed?
it's necessary for people like me.
We alight on hydrangea petals like a sprinkling of ash
and suddenly disappear into shattered glass.
They say feelings such as mine will wreck minds,
put a wrench in the construction that is happening between two people.
One figment ventures to peep about my own development plans, but I bite my tongue and swallow the thought.
Does the whipped topping permeating my words pass your lips still disguised?
Or can you divine why it's there to begin with?
I hope you know, he pleads. *I hope you know you're my biggest insecurity.

xmxrgxncy Oct 2017

crash

I know i said I wouldn't.
but i did.
am i sorry?

waterfalls crash onto youngsters below, but somehow have the audacity to keep flowing. somehow the trickle of feelings i'm letting loose isn't exactly comparable.

how, then? is there a a way to define the traitorous leakage defining my being at this moment, in others?

no. perhaps not.

so maybe it would be better
to just let this waterfall
crash

xmxrgxncy Sep 2017

virtuosic

everyone says to have virtues
but how can i
when everyone's are different

i suppose i'll just bang my head on the keys
and become a composer instead