Mix gunpowder and moments of silence Gather components you’d author with smiles Combustible crossover, lost in your eyeballs Gifting a locket, heart-shaped alloy Wishing upon an asteroid comet Because… It’ll turn to debris before it reaches me Countdown from three, wishing your frown obsolete Douse gasoline, that sets blaze to decree Miscellaneous, mundane Mistletoe mainframe,Continue reading “The Unbearable Lightness of Being a Mad Scientist: A Poem of Passion and Pain”
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You Knew: A Poem of Compatibility and Conflict
It’s bittersweet: grapefruit sauvignon, rose-stained cherry motif, Nightmares on Wax on repeat. Please beware of the beast Swiping left, recurring sentiment, pattern repeat. Didn’t fall in love with your pictures, fell in love indiscreetly. Deciphering flaws, explicating Jungian traits Brain’s defensive mechanism, delegating safety restraints. Decoding reflexive emotive, premeditative distaste Automatic, chemical composition innate. FeaturesContinue reading “You Knew: A Poem of Compatibility and Conflict”
Disassociation and Cursive: A Poem Letter to Dissociation and Regret
You spoke passionately, breathing in between; about how we could practically look at each other without speaking and know what we mean. Hold my hands. Slight facial gesture, radiant beam. On the cusp of extraordinary meaning, emboldened by components both constructed with a definition of love. Uphold the only person I wouldn’t give up. UltralightContinue reading “Disassociation and Cursive: A Poem Letter to Dissociation and Regret”
The Cloak and Dagger of Our Hearts: A Poem of Unspoken Love and Pain
You’re not what I dreamed of Or hoped for, that potential was reached Long before, I harbored emotions in secret Sophomoric sequence, plot twist I saw all along Held my breath for a year, lungs turned carbon to smog Another movie screening, hold hands in between it Reach maximum zenith, whisper “never leave me” underContinue reading “The Cloak and Dagger of Our Hearts: A Poem of Unspoken Love and Pain”
Tattooed Flowers: A Poetic Reflection on Resilience
It’s become more of a habit Interval time from interacting with humans Irony overlaps boredom and passion Kiss away sadness. Verbally vie away the synapses Blood-stained flesh from a rose Thorn on a flower. Cry self-preservation to keep presence remote Listen in on private conversations. Fly on the wall I carry disdain like I tattooedContinue reading “Tattooed Flowers: A Poetic Reflection on Resilience”
Maturing Too Fast: A Journey Through Life’s Acceleration
It’s up for existential debate, whether or not we’re here for a reason or stranded here just to rot. Leisurely Lonesomes, a sunrise kingdom unfolding. a delicate flower, nuclei destined forever in the forest. Do-or-die sentiments, sediment ready to rise. Blood pact suicide, toes in the sand in the tide. We’re only in focus whenContinue reading “Maturing Too Fast: A Journey Through Life’s Acceleration”
A Letter to Whoever Loves Me Next: An Apology for My Vulnerability and Anxiety
To the person who will love me next, I’m sorry. I must apologize in advance if, one day, my words have the power to kindle a fire upon your lips, causing electric sensations to render your tongue temporarily numb. Witnessing your cheeks blush coyly, a feverish hue, and experiencing a seemingly insatiable hunger as intoxicatedContinue reading “A Letter to Whoever Loves Me Next: An Apology for My Vulnerability and Anxiety”
The Stargazer and the Black Liquor: A Poem of Cosmic Despair
Wish it would stop. Watch the laundry spin and then sit on a box. circular sleep. daydream while I cry. kill me at dawn, sing silent night – no. hum at my grave dig me up. stop. then kiss my remains skeletons out of the closet. my bones here to stay shapeshifting gravediggers. I’m barelyContinue reading “The Stargazer and the Black Liquor: A Poem of Cosmic Despair”
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”
Melodies of Vanish and Hope
I’m the saddest man on the planet, Dulcet zones become eruptions of death, Memorizing vocal tones, or numbing distress, Most ballads hit home, requiem out of balance, Such a synergistic release comes from this basket of malice. I’ll have it to here – 22oz black coffee French press, Anarchy is best dressed, brown leather, headrest,Continue reading “Melodies of Vanish and Hope”
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”