I was obsessed. No – a feeling of remorse and nostalgia Stretches of gold over algae. Prairie turf interwoven to coast Bezeled beach. Denizen dosage. Felt closer to home Juniper fire, I never understood why I’d cry when alone Something about… Fingertip tingle. Hands nestled over a looming horizon Open field just for me, dusk’sContinue reading “Prairie Wheatgrass and Nostalgia: A Poem of Lost Love and Memories”
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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”
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”
JOURNAL: Flight AA4564 – Notes from the Disconnected
I feel so disconnected. Pictures of stars are trillions of seconds old, heliocentric. We spend our time wishing we could revisit a setting. I could see it in decimals, each dot a pause in a sentence. Hold my hand, avalanche. Bring me the check when you’re finished, mezzanine at the theater, velvet seamstress, Madam Gutierrez.Continue reading “JOURNAL: Flight AA4564 – Notes from the Disconnected”
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”
NISSAN SENTRA 2013: Adagio for Strings and Broken Hearts
Adagio for strings, invite me to your quartet, Violin unhinged, idling super star set. There’s such a brazen touch with the brush Of true dishonor, get lost in the wade of war, Or rust in your suit of armor, lust for reclusion In the midst of battle. I heard you whisper to yourself Before youContinue reading “NISSAN SENTRA 2013: Adagio for Strings and Broken Hearts”
Desultory: Giving Zero Fucks About This
Desultory genius, under construction, lost when unnerved. Nothing more bizarre than the absurdist themes conjured with words. It’s almost perverted with how unconcerned I’ve grown as a man, Flirting with death, skeleton slow dance, holding his hands. Smile so they see it, hold smog in my lungs, Breathe it out when the smoke clears, SimonContinue reading “Desultory: Giving Zero Fucks About This”
Echoes of Roses and Guns
It’s so unimportant, the funneling of guns to my roses. Slow danced with the most disconnected soul on this planet, Watching steps into rhythm, coalesce death into wisdom, Such a succulent prose, I’m nothing short of a serpent. To color me hopeless is to color me human, Rendered useless by the silhouette that wants toContinue reading “Echoes of Roses and Guns”