I met somebody I’m not sure if I was supposed to thoughNot sure if she was approachableAnxious and mellowStanding with my hand on my elbowStudied her curves with the Glance from my hello But, I’m sure, you’re unreachable And as A man (boy) wrapped his arms around her As to slowly suggest an inflection AndContinue reading “I Met Somebody, And Now I’m Drowning In Radio Silence”
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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”
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”
I Get Along Without You: A Reflection on Lost Love and Self-Discovery: In the Shadows of Memories, Whispers of Regret, and the Resilience of a Shattered Heart
It was only a second. It felt more like Armageddon, a source of dependence. My very core was augmented, no force, just indebted to pain, embedded; the flow descending in waves. Chakra, like flames, no position, no direction, unphased. See, most of what I felt was descriptions, captions in italics, a handpicked basket of malice,Continue reading “I Get Along Without You: A Reflection on Lost Love and Self-Discovery: In the Shadows of Memories, Whispers of Regret, and the Resilience of a Shattered Heart”
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”
Guillotine Lust: Secrets and Desires
Particle physics; radiation courses through every speck and grain, But that didn’t mean infecting the inflections as per your hypothetical claim. Bite the bullet, swallow the pistol; it shoots, Harboring a hollow feeling, sipping Miller to boot. Coil-gripped Corona, drowning out social persona, We’re evolving into moths, wallowing toward the Murky gray skies. Yeah, theContinue reading “Guillotine Lust: Secrets and Desires”
Empyrean Cosmos: Inner Reflections
Empyrean cosmos. This feeling I swallow; it’s real. It’s hollow, but it’s there. I know it. It’s growing, a hole full of sorrow; it’s weird. Some sort of eerie control. It has sculpted out a grave in my heart, it’s six feet into my soul. A clay soldier statue that’s woven and wound up byContinue reading “Empyrean Cosmos: Inner Reflections”