I hate that im open to you still
Waiting on you still
For moments held firmly within you
Still hoping that you feel_
like you don’t need to hide yourself
Paranoid thoughts had your back arched
Curved in a stance
Hands pressed against mine
I felt it
and yes I hate it
Express your anger
Test your limits again
Tell them I am yours
Lock your eyes to their jugular, rip out their throats
I ...
Angels working
Tethered strings closes in
connected by bad weather
‘Do u mind if I stand under your umbrella?
Let out a sigh and I’ll walk away’
“It’s ok”
Threads ends loose
meet at last
Now two paths have crossed
as intended
‘A heavy rain today?
mornings like these have me wishing I was in my pj’s
Under the covers
counting thunderous roars like sheep
Nature’s sweet melodies
tucking ...
“Let there be…”
In the beginning you were like divinity
All consuming
your grace embedded, itself, deep within me
Like spirits moving
You reached for my soul
as formless as it was
It stood still, cupped within your palms
Your hands, soft, held me for the first time
and brightness grew
You said onto me
“Let there be two in one” and there was moon and stars
And now I am art...
Free is he who bites the hand:
if this is true
Does this mean
There dogs that know freedom
With able mind and soul
that roam the streets
with bruises on their backs
from fighting its own breed
I wonder,
Is this freedom?
To be alone
Bobbing for scraps
to lay your scars on the cobblestone
Cold to the touch
and what
parallels dose this have_
to my life
what does the lice in his fur signify?
W...
So last night
I got inspired by music
I Put the muse in this pen
And it's rhithm
I move with
Subtle fluids stain my hands
as I write my feelings in blues
I have so many paths
Too much
narrow roads to choose
I would write every day
but
my soul won't let me.
Too heavy to move this pen
on the daily
and
reflect dreams
of those who love me
“So whats in your veins
and pumping your heart?...
For what is love?
Is it a hug, another's touch,
Or is it a word that unfolds from the tip of one's tongue?
If so, is it enough
to be in love, to open up—
the words from a can that can't close?
To be exposed...
Is it enough?
For what is love?
~~~
So this is love—
I grew up, I now know enough
To write it as poems, compose letters into song
I met this girl
She talked of love, now I am hers
My sor...
I presumed, that when metal
ZOOM!
Past through a barrel
It would hit someone_
it's familiar with
The ground
to be stained
from the punctured wound_
of its intended target
As they bleed,
begging for mercy
“The enemy”, I persumed
But enemy of whom
Who's perspective must I respect
to draw more breath_
here, alive
To have a celebratory death
In bed
held by the ones I love
A casket held o...
I wonder, at times
if I am worth reading
If my life is half the pages I pretend to write
Because the poetry that spills
Within the ink of this pen, I grip
Exists to emit what only others feel
The weight of their sorrow
While my pages remain unfilled
Like, death
I have written to the excess
That one might think I express that which exists within me
But I reflect those better versed in life
For...
To doodle on the sides of my book
was not what I first had in mind
When you said
you needed to write me something
I wasn’t expecting
A heart shaped iris
Drawn above the neatly organized lines
Inside sketched eyes
Instead of dark circles
I thought a letter was what I'd find
Not a diaper baby
Floating on what seems to be clouds of dust farts
Shooting safety pins
At calligraphy of the word...
Defining what the world means
Is what I do best
Poetry dripping,
thick through me
But words with little weight to anchor these pasted fillings
On the fresh pages left unfilled
I have written of love
That I have not felt
Of pain and sorrow
That has crept
tightly pressing onto my chest
I have written of death
To the excess
That one might think
I try to express a deep turmoil
That exists wit...
