Look …over a quarter of my sentences begin with ellipses.the objective’s to sigh. the intent it carries? illicitmalicious design leaves my lips but ends so benign.there isn’t a problem when it rains- you couldn’t tell that I cried.it becomes complicated to explain- when it wells in my eye.he pretends that he’s not, even though heContinue reading “Alma’s Lament: A Poem of Sorrow and Beauty”
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Palindrome Love: A Poem of Reversal and Regret
it’s my inner voice. bragging and shy. so very coy abruptly impassioned in its perilous joy panicking. sulking. abdicate holiness. i salivate at the thought of having you hold me heartbeat in my abdomen slowing rapid eye movement. palindrome dreaming what is the meaning? we battle of the Alamo’ed the last of mohicans i lamentContinue reading “Palindrome Love: A Poem of Reversal and Regret”
Orwellian Glass House: A Short-Story about Despair, Redemption, and Hope.
My shoulder blades’ girth played the role of a harbinger As bony as I got; the more I saw myself as a skeleton Malnourished, malevolent, maladjusted malaise Mocking in malformed metaphors to try to explain There’s a concession of an all-dead jury saying my name A prosecutor in a straitjacket who thinks I’m insane HazyContinue reading “Orwellian Glass House: A Short-Story about Despair, Redemption, and Hope.”
The Dark Crush: A Poem of Contradiction and Obsession
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”
Boys Don’t Cry: The Paradox of the Wolf and the Sheep
Over evolving. Dopamine soberly blossoms Noted and jotted in, like an old scripture Bludgeoning forecast, people make what they want of him Hold whispers. Cold shivers. So obviously rigged Language is bothering. Thunderstorm on the brink On the cusp of oblivion, and never stopping to think Or wonder, what wanderlust awaits Waverly love Dozens foreshadowing.Continue reading “Boys Don’t Cry: The Paradox of the Wolf and the Sheep”
Pigment Alignment: A Celebration of Our Colors
It’s almost time for a confessional. Let’s bathe our feet while we dance Sediment wash. Baptism in the chemical sand Trekking through the barriers that barely stand In touch with invariance. Writing love letters. Barely legible; sun setters Cantaloupe sky. Dusk settles. What’s warm love in November? It’s cranberry cheeks. Your tongue tingling. Teeth SurrenderingContinue reading “Pigment Alignment: A Celebration of Our Colors”
Stone and Ashes: How You Haunt Me
Soul is sequestered. Hanging fruit in a forest of giants. Praying for atonement or holy alliance. Molding my bones. Soul seller, solely uncensored. Sling to be highest bidder, sold to Goliath. Liquor bottle pried in my fingers. Corroded and weathered. Like sewing a sweater, stitching holes I’m developing. Alone in his centerpiece, exhausted, but smiling.Continue reading “Stone and Ashes: How You Haunt Me”
Again, and Again: A Poem of Repetition and Resignation
Again I hear footsteps awaken the creaks in the floor Again. Who the fuck’s at the door? Nightstand machete laid neatly in drawer. Revolver ‘neath queen mattress, in case of a quarrel- But- There’s nothing. Just repentance, contempt, intentions dissolved. Gunpowder, protein drinks, and penniless thoughts. Could’ve sworn there was something. Apparently not. Hear aContinue reading “Again, and Again: A Poem of Repetition and Resignation”
Slowly Detaching from Reality
She whispers In a drunken moan. She’s slowly falling in love. Ask her how slowly? We’re slowly making art when we fuck. Making sure she comprehends. A lion covered in cuts. Licking wounds. Vicissitude. Saliva and blood. We’re controlled experiments. And you’re variable A. Variable B, mumbles to self. Paranoia pirated brain. Dancing in herContinue reading “Slowly Detaching from Reality”
How to Trick Yourself into Love: A Poem Inspired by Hercules and the River Styx
KILL OR BE BROKEN. KILL OR BE ME. Killed in combat over and over, killing disease, killed in disguise, killed when I sleep, killed in my dreams, killed because I’m weak. Attracting spiritually broken, they see a healer in me. Chill in my bones. Killing me slowly, kiss me. It’s frozen. Feeling the breeze. OrContinue reading “How to Trick Yourself into Love: A Poem Inspired by Hercules and the River Styx”
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?”
JOURNAL: Fire Breather: A Short-Story of Self-Dialogue of Confusion and Acceptance
I’m a fire breather, spitting flames, chowing down on dragons for breakfast. Who’s up for crispy lips and tongues reduced to ash? I’ve been holding back for a while now, keeping my cool, not letting my inner fire show. My self-esteem is like a blazing sun, making the actual sun nervous. Inkblots and profound contemplationsContinue reading “JOURNAL: Fire Breather: A Short-Story of Self-Dialogue of Confusion and Acceptance”