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”
Prairie Wheatgrass and Nostalgia: A Poem of Lost Love and Memories
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”
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”
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”
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”
Skylit Lighthouse: Watching Our Eyes Meet Our Lips
We spent an hour alone, watching our eyes meet our lips. My revolver’s extinct, extinguishing meandering thoughts, Cradled across indifference, right into addiction, Deference to malice, rosebud digitalis reborn, a grin. While I think about things I haven’t before, Soaked in grimace and gin while I’m singing along, Philosophers’ physics, you had me at ‘gone,’Continue reading “Skylit Lighthouse: Watching Our Eyes Meet Our Lips”
I Didn’t Want to Believe It: A Transformational Journey
I’m sitting alone at the cosmic stump, Sipping my soul, and I’m vodka drunk. Thinking of goals I’ve not yet done, Fission control, visit me in my head. Cataclysmic logarithms, picture dreams that are dead. Bickering silence, word by word, I fell into your haiku, Only heard what you wanted when I told you IContinue reading “I Didn’t Want to Believe It: A Transformational Journey”
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”