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”
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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”
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”
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”
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”
2 AM Reverie Again: A Journey Through Abstract Emotions
It’s 2 am. I feel interconnected through any vine or snippet of life, A perennial inflorescence of any 6 seconds chimed. Success is a hive, hummingbird wings in slow motion, Hearing the crickets sing, so monotone yet obscurely composed. Feels like they’re talking to me, as I walk on the leaves that I cross, Demure,Continue reading “2 AM Reverie Again: A Journey Through Abstract Emotions”
JOURNAL: 2:00 A.M: Midnight Musings: Yearning for Connection in a Silent World
Hey there, crickets. Feeling a bit down, you know? (One cool thing about crickets is they keep on chirping even when you’re just talking to them.) The world’s in a real pickle right now. It’s all hush-hush and super heavy. Cultures clashing, problems piling up, and my mentors throwing career advice and consultations at meContinue reading “JOURNAL: 2:00 A.M: Midnight Musings: Yearning for Connection in a Silent World”