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”
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Rorschach’s and Gunslingers: The Last Time You Said Stop
Sigh I don’t get it. They tell me to write happy things. But the thing is, you don’t feel the need to discuss your happiness on paper when you’re happy. You just embrace the moment and live it. I don’t want to talk about that. Momentary silence. Dusk-lit bedroom apartment. Buzzing of cars from trafficContinue reading “Rorschach’s and Gunslingers: The Last Time You Said Stop”
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”
In the Spell of Miss P: A Delicate Dance of Desire, Elegance, and Enchantment
It was a matter of why, statuesque beauty over vodka and wine, an hourglass figurine. When you come around, it becomes tough to tell time. Seductress Stolichnaya, brunette, bridal, bohemian. It’s cruel how without even trying, you leave me in a state of dreams where I’m hardly breathing at the Gala. A seamstress couldn’t replicateContinue reading “In the Spell of Miss P: A Delicate Dance of Desire, Elegance, and Enchantment”
MINI JOURNAL: Delicate Skin, Negative Print – Navigating the Intricacies of Love and Loss
Who’s barely intact? Two hundred thousand nails puncture veins in my back, whether they’re human or metal remains to be asked. Yellow pages, your name severs sapience, saps like heaven’s angels. Vessels fray then collapse. Lord father, elevate us. Why am I so fixated on the past? Separate fact from fiction. Eradicate my relapse, rehabilitationContinue reading “MINI JOURNAL: Delicate Skin, Negative Print – Navigating the Intricacies of Love and Loss”
The Last 5 Titles: Echoes of a Tormented Soul
I’ve scrapped my last five writings, with the opening sentences starting with, “It’s hell in this darkness,” “Dearly departed, please be here for my heart.” The other three were as stark: “I hate being alive,” Don’t seem to remember, one rubric: “Demons inside.” Life is overrated, diluted with wine, My tears empower me, a tailspinContinue reading “The Last 5 Titles: Echoes of a Tormented Soul”