He’s sitting in his shadow, match lit, iron sight shifting with his arrow. Da Vinci with a trebuchet, resentment at a younger age. Don’t think I’ve ever fucking been the same. Stay still please, so I don’t have to ever aim. Heartbeat on my cabernet, gospel on the interlude. Never into hurting you, but that’sContinue reading “The Dark Crush: A Poem of Contradiction and Obsession”
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What the Fuck Do I Do With This Hot Chocolate?
The moon The moon, The sun The sun, the moon Press mute Succumb Doomed, doomed, doomed I’m doomed. We’re done Who, who, who Are you? Who are we? What are we? Collusion Contusions. So very meek You’re a cup of hot chocolate On the fiercest winter morning Feel the blisters forming Whistle through the windowsContinue reading “What the Fuck Do I Do With This Hot Chocolate?”
My Mother Used to Say: Loneliness and Faith
Hi. I’m okay. My name is … (private exchange) Oceanic delight, Mariana Trench – let’s lie on the waves Get lied to with promises as you wave your goodbyes The “we’ll soon see each other”s, the “I can’t wait to arrive”s Gesticulating giant, wide-eyed naivety shines Juan Valdez roast – a vagabond’s variant vibe CashContinue reading “My Mother Used to Say: Loneliness and Faith”
I Know What I Need: The Quest for Fulfillment Amidst the Turbulent Rapids of Existence, Where Inner Desires Clash with External Realities
I don’t know what I want, Whether it’s surface dwelling alone at the swamp Or an oak in a marsh, soul-searching proverbial want. We’re more or less spawns of monsters nobody needs, You were my star-spangled banner, and I was taking a knee. Subterranean breeze, vitamin pond, still smell your perfume, Every once in aContinue reading “I Know What I Need: The Quest for Fulfillment Amidst the Turbulent Rapids of Existence, Where Inner Desires Clash with External Realities”
Fötter Day Reverie: Suburban Breeze and Whispered Dreams
You can hear the suburban chime, zirconia vertebrae, pearly white spine. Glass thrown in stone houses, a regular suburban night, whirring, rewinding. Chronicled childhood in olive drab paint, monocle glass. Wormwood and bottles of Shawshank dissolute solitude. A wanderer who wallows in the maze en route, delaying for tomorrow, never promised today. A virgin diary,Continue reading “Fötter Day Reverie: Suburban Breeze and Whispered Dreams”
Then and Now: My Apologies, But the Gray No Longer Holds Beauty for Me
Dear Journal, Recollections of a picnic eventuate vividly in my mind. Amidst the reminisced scene, a profound sense of auditory quiescence prevails. What endures most is the ethereal spectacle wherein the heavens infused my being with enduring chromaticity. The transformation of a seemingly desolate desert into an entrancing marvel transpired. Heliotrope, lavender, and carmine mergedContinue reading “Then and Now: My Apologies, But the Gray No Longer Holds Beauty for Me”
JOURNAL: July 19th, 1991: A Journey of Reflection and Resilience
All little boys need father figures, Not to be normal or sane. You wouldn’t turn on a light switch without knowing where all the conduits are placed. You grow up with a fistful of hurt, a surge like a missile, without hearing a ‘miss you.’ But one thing is certain, nothing makes you question yourContinue reading “JOURNAL: July 19th, 1991: A Journey of Reflection and Resilience”
JOURNAL: The Ineffable Embrace: When Words Fail to Capture Feelings
Sigh. The streetlight kissed your eyes and created an impression so pure, its whiteness. I bring this up because I fell in love by remembering my reflection off your iris. Expression in its highest form, sensory design to cure, destinies arrived. Analyzed the sculpture, of course, then vandalized your structure. Leaves falling aimlessly, in theirContinue reading “JOURNAL: The Ineffable Embrace: When Words Fail to Capture Feelings”
This Is My Last Shot, I Promise: Unraveling the Threads of Despair
Swore it was my last shot, promised it would be. It was the electric surge coursing through my conduits, a constant hum. I’ve been left alone, shadows have unfollowed me, but I’ve got 40 ounces that suggest I’ve done everything but bottle it up. My hair is falling out; I play a game, though IContinue reading “This Is My Last Shot, I Promise: Unraveling the Threads of Despair”
Unearthing the Mind’s Explosive Secrets
Tired of decomposing, dried up, my dreams are dozing, My body has peaked the opus, through godly retreat, I hope, trying to feel a pulse, a pariah that feels opposed, Pinching my grip, controlling, picture my mind in solace. Pitching and writhing, gritting and grinding my teeth to focus, Witch-doctors reveal a poem, my palmsContinue reading “Unearthing the Mind’s Explosive Secrets”
Dancing in the Fireworks: A Sensory Delight
Dreams and reverie boast, Roasted with pearly green chimerical gold. God Delusion. Hallucinating a miracle told, Where lightning strikes the conscious, Lively minded, constant. Smile by a goddess, Where perfection’s unfurled by Pangaea, Curvy hips, sangria, and rooftops, Inebriated in a sea, with a jukebox. Charismatic, dispelling drama, adorable, Gospel sings for the saga approaching,Continue reading “Dancing in the Fireworks: A Sensory Delight”
Satin and Snapdragons: A Poetic Tapestry
Puncturing flows of buttery colors, exposed in Post and pre-nuptial showmanship. Function control, Amusing instrumental, effusive ode to hold this angel to a centerpiece. Basil, with cloves, of energy that exposed a masterful synergy, A weeded rustled drone that tumbled a quiet depiction of the color blue on a petal, Succulent. Moss grows on myContinue reading “Satin and Snapdragons: A Poetic Tapestry”