They won’t exactly be sending out search parties for you, so no need to cast a longing gaze toward Gomorrah. It’s quite an interesting connection between me and all these naysayers, almost like some cosmic joke. Imagine a leaf petal doing a helicopter impression, whirling around in the wind and making a melodious entrance ontoContinue reading “Between the Rose-Colored Glasses”
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The Poacher’s Liability Issue
There’s a point that I’m reaching Metal-stained depression that questions my poise. Soy sauce and Som Tam alleviate my diseases Witherspoon Street, right off of Des Moines. I’m better off. Leave me- said in telekinesis Park my car in dimmed city streets, seemed so adroit. As a meditative escape- to break free and avoid theContinue reading “The Poacher’s Liability Issue”
Coffee Stains and Bloodstains: A Poem of Addiction and Love
I feel like an addict. I whispered as I fell asleep by myself Waking up in shivers and zero responses to my pleading for help. I’m normal, I’m honest Sitting beside a two-week headache and a toilet of vomit Telling my Tylenol I’ll be back before dawn. Another broken statement soaking in promise. My mind’sContinue reading “Coffee Stains and Bloodstains: A Poem of Addiction and Love”
The Paradox of 4:05 A.M: A Poem of Codependency and Reclusion
I have so much to say, and nothing suffices The honest truth is, I just want to cry Enough violence of my energy marks being assaulted My silence comes from expecting nothing less than the obvious Misunderstanding, awkwardness, overall shyness. I acquiesce solely out of exhaustion. Closed captions underneath both of our eyelids Touch myContinue reading “The Paradox of 4:05 A.M: A Poem of Codependency and Reclusion”
Syrup and Frost Part I: A Poem of Desire and Despair
What do you feel when you apply the sentience? Besides wall pinning and drizzling fire sessions Momentary silence, pin drop in an empty room Padded wall, effervescent and sensual Feeling your feminine voice Telegraph vibrations through many a noise Millennia’s not enough time to fix things we destroyed I feel violated. Pass me the voidContinue reading “Syrup and Frost Part I: A Poem of Desire and Despair”
Super Conservative: A Poem of Hypocrisy and Heartbreak
If… I get to the point where no one’s love embroiders me, I’d mix the oils, clay, and color coordinate the sordid seams Avoid distaste. Anointed is the day she’s holding me Hoist your rose-colored lies on a crown of thorny leaves Hearing voices, and all Of them enjoy to scream Tend to open wounds,Continue reading “Super Conservative: A Poem of Hypocrisy and Heartbreak”
Alma’s Lament: A Poem of Sorrow and Beauty
Look …over a quarter of my sentences begin with ellipses.the objective’s to sigh. the intent it carries? illicitmalicious design leaves my lips but ends so benign.there isn’t a problem when it rains- you couldn’t tell that I cried.it becomes complicated to explain- when it wells in my eye.he pretends that he’s not, even though heContinue reading “Alma’s Lament: A Poem of Sorrow and Beauty”
Strawberry Stains and Devil Horns: A Poem of Paradoxical Love
inept, and upset, it’s like nothing is mentioned.lifes a run on sentence, interconnecting.eclectic, electric, im a plug in the wall.a bit so perplexive. spot the occult in the psalms.the rejection. a song in the hall of this crazy asylumstraitjacket is off, but I still feel like i’mbindedabstaining. no hiding. not restrained or assigningwhat’s a goonContinue reading “Strawberry Stains and Devil Horns: A Poem of Paradoxical Love”
Palindrome Love: A Poem of Reversal and Regret
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”
Orwellian Glass House: A Short-Story about Despair, Redemption, and Hope.
My shoulder blades’ girth played the role of a harbinger As bony as I got; the more I saw myself as a skeleton Malnourished, malevolent, maladjusted malaise Mocking in malformed metaphors to try to explain There’s a concession of an all-dead jury saying my name A prosecutor in a straitjacket who thinks I’m insane HazyContinue reading “Orwellian Glass House: A Short-Story about Despair, Redemption, and Hope.”
July 19th – Corrosion in Armor: How I Survived the Wolf Inside Me
He’s Unsorted. Unabashed. Formal with his emotions. Unashamed. Vulnerable worn as a sash on thunderous days. Sport a badge of honor stained with the blood of Cain. What’s her name? Love lost. Lust loves to come in gangs. My father never asked if I’m okay. He told me he forgave me for what we brought,Continue reading “July 19th – Corrosion in Armor: How I Survived the Wolf Inside Me”
The Dark Crush: A Poem of Contradiction and Obsession
He’s sitting in his shadow, match lit, iron sight shifting with his arrow. Da Vinci with a trebuchet, resentment at a younger age. Don’t think I’ve ever fucking been the same. Stay still please, so I don’t have to ever aim. Heartbeat on my cabernet, gospel on the interlude. Never into hurting you, but that’sContinue reading “The Dark Crush: A Poem of Contradiction and Obsession”