The Existential Crisis of Kissing Your Iris: A Poem of Obsession and Delusion

They’re psychoanalyzing my pride. I’m ignoring the obvious: a war vet with ear plugs on the fourth of July. You’re that pyrotechnic glow on my mind. This memoir is a token of antisocial expression. Our vermilion bond was anecdotal at best, demoralizing. You’ll only ever see it as a victimless crime. siphoning bits and piecesContinue reading “The Existential Crisis of Kissing Your Iris: A Poem of Obsession and Delusion”

Pigment Alignment: A Celebration of Our Colors

It’s almost time for a confessional. Let’s bathe our feet while we dance Sediment wash. Baptism in the chemical sand Trekking through the barriers that barely stand In touch with invariance. Writing love letters. Barely legible; sun setters Cantaloupe sky. Dusk settles. What’s warm love in November? It’s cranberry cheeks. Your tongue tingling. Teeth SurrenderingContinue reading “Pigment Alignment: A Celebration of Our Colors”

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”

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: 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”