Again I hear footsteps awaken the creaks in the floor Again. Who the fuck’s at the door? Nightstand machete laid neatly in drawer. Revolver ‘neath queen mattress, in case of a quarrel- But- There’s nothing. Just repentance, contempt, intentions dissolved. Gunpowder, protein drinks, and penniless thoughts. Could’ve sworn there was something. Apparently not. Hear aContinue reading “Again, and Again: A Poem of Repetition and Resignation”
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Soul Baby Soul: A Poetic Journey of Passion and Regret
It’s almost complete, the distance between falling apart, From whispering secrets, a sequence you act nonchalant, Like a purist in person. I told you to stop kissing my heart, Questioned why, choking back tears, “au revoir,” So insincere. A brassiere draped over post-traumatical scars, And it’s worthless. Holding hands under Jupiter and Mars, Deafening stare,Continue reading “Soul Baby Soul: A Poetic Journey of Passion and Regret”
My Mother Used to Say: Loneliness and Faith
Hi. I’m okay. My name is … (private exchange) Oceanic delight, Mariana Trench – let’s lie on the waves Get lied to with promises as you wave your goodbyes The “we’ll soon see each other”s, the “I can’t wait to arrive”s Gesticulating giant, wide-eyed naivety shines Juan Valdez roast – a vagabond’s variant vibe CashContinue reading “My Mother Used to Say: Loneliness and Faith”
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”
JOURNAL: Flight AA4564 – Notes from the Disconnected
I feel so disconnected. Pictures of stars are trillions of seconds old, heliocentric. We spend our time wishing we could revisit a setting. I could see it in decimals, each dot a pause in a sentence. Hold my hand, avalanche. Bring me the check when you’re finished, mezzanine at the theater, velvet seamstress, Madam Gutierrez.Continue reading “JOURNAL: Flight AA4564 – Notes from the Disconnected”
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”
The Shodokans’ Apprentice: A Tale of Vectors and Vices
Feel the vectors into orbit, melting into fiscal porn Each waking moment exists to mourn the pensive rigor mortis And I hate myself so much every single morning It’s like clockwork, lonesome, staring in the mirror See a monster, bones drugged, mainly see the errors Home drunk, sloppy, with a motor function failure Open palmContinue reading “The Shodokans’ Apprentice: A Tale of Vectors and Vices”
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.”