there’s a point that i’m reaching metal-stained depression that questions my poise Soy Sauce and Som Tam alleviate my diseasesWitherspoon street, right off of Des Moinesi’m better off. leave me- said in telekinesispark my car in dimmed city streets seemed so adroit as a meditative escape- to break free and avoid the culture clinic. socialContinue reading “liability issue”
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coffee stains
i feel like an addict.i whispered..as i fell asleep by myselfwaking up in shivers and 0 responses to my pleading for help i’m normal, i’m honest sitting beside a 2 week headache and a toilet of vomit telling my tylenol i’ll be back before dawn. another broken statement soaking in promise my minds a loiteringContinue reading “coffee stains”
4:05
i have so much to say, and nothings suffice 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 “4:05”
syrup pt 1
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 millenias not enough time to fix things we destroyed i feel violated. pass me the voidContinue reading “syrup pt 1”
super conservative (the poets descent into the ‘convenience’ of a sudden rejection)
if…I get to the point where no ones’ love embroiders me,I’d mix the oils, clay, and color coordinate the sordid seamsavoid distaste. annointed is the day shes holding mehoist your rose colored lies on a crown of thorny leaveshearing voices, and allof them enjoy to screamtend to open wounds, forget the ointment and gauzenirvanas intenselyContinue reading “super conservative (the poets descent into the ‘convenience’ of a sudden rejection)”
alma (revised half decade old poem with a modernized touch)
Look …over a quarter of my sentences begin with ellipsesthe objective’s to sigh. the intent it carries? illicitmalicious design leaves my lips, but ends so benignthere ain’t a problem when it rains- you couldn’t tell that i criedit becomes complicated to explain- when it wells in my eyehe pretends that he’s not, even though heContinue reading “alma (revised half decade old poem with a modernized touch)”
bondage (our chains, are invisible, but trust me, they’re there.)
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. spotting the occult in the psalms.the rejection. a song in the hall of this crazy asylumstraitjacket is off, and i still feel like i’mbindedabstaining. no hiding. not restrained or assignedwhat’s a goonContinue reading “bondage (our chains, are invisible, but trust me, they’re there.)”
“palindrome”
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””
Orwellian (my battle with depression, dysmorphia, anxiety, body image, eating disorder, perfectionism, and the ongoing back-and-forth with oblivion)
may my last words be half-slurred and cathartic so & so’s favorite blue jeans stained with tear drops & saliva head cradled in their lap, eyes barely widened my interventions’ HQ will be besmirched within silence my shoulder blades girth played role of a harbinger the bonier they got; the more i wished i wasContinue reading “Orwellian (my battle with depression, dysmorphia, anxiety, body image, eating disorder, perfectionism, and the ongoing back-and-forth with oblivion)”
july 19th (3)
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 ok. he told me he forgave me for what we brang.Continue reading “july 19th (3)”
crush
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 “crush”
boys don’t cry
I’m over evolving. dopamine soberly blossoms noted and jotted in, like an old scripture bludgeoning forecast, people make what they want of him hold whispers. cold shivers. so obviously rigged language is bothering. thunderstorm on the brink on the cusp of oblivion, and never stopping to think or wonder, what wanderlust awaits waverly love dozensContinue reading “boys don’t cry”