You spoke passionately, breathing in between; about how we could practically look at each other without speaking and know what we mean. Hold my hands. Slight facial gesture, radiant beam. On the cusp of extraordinary meaning, emboldened by components both constructed with a definition of love. Uphold the only person I wouldn’t give up. UltralightContinue reading “Disassociation and Cursive: A Poem Letter to Dissociation and Regret”
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Tattooed Flowers: A Poetic Reflection on Resilience
It’s become more of a habit Interval time from interacting with humans Irony overlaps boredom and passion Kiss away sadness. Verbally vie away the synapses Blood-stained flesh from a rose Thorn on a flower. Cry self-preservation to keep presence remote Listen in on private conversations. Fly on the wall I carry disdain like I tattooedContinue reading “Tattooed Flowers: A Poetic Reflection on Resilience”
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”
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”
JOURNAL: Hot Chocolate: Embracing the Cold: A Symphony of Senses in Winter’s Embrace
I ventured out into the cold abyss today, my eyes lethargic, stinging from the relentless grip of allergies. The dog’s chain clinked against his collar, echoing like a sinister omen in the frigid night. Shadows, those distorted and enigmatic forms, spun my head into a dizzying frenzy. Their eerie, rigid nature unsettled me. Then, itContinue reading “JOURNAL: Hot Chocolate: Embracing the Cold: A Symphony of Senses in Winter’s Embrace”
JOURNAL: Reflections on a Complex Relationship
It has been a while since we last connected. I hope you’re doing well. I’m here to share some thoughts and feelings with you. I’ve been trying to bring some laughter into our interactions, maybe cracking a joke or two, hoping to share some moments of joy. However, I’ve come to realize that this canContinue reading “JOURNAL: Reflections on a Complex Relationship”
The distance between us: We’re 5 minutes apart.
Because in this world, your world’s restricted. When curtains shine through blackness, we play and then we’re victim. Every person out to get us. Every person tries compassion? It’s more than mere prediction. There the serpent lies unchallenged, But you whirl and try to damage, because you’re weak and your world’s afflicted. But to noContinue reading “The distance between us: We’re 5 minutes apart.”