Just one knock, Gentle words rolled off your tongue. Something in them Drew me into you, grabbed my heart And abandon what I once knew.
Category: life
Suppress – August 16, 2019
Suppress me, You don’t want to dress me With all my wounds. ~~~ One day you’ll find me erased And wonder why You never saw me fly. ~~~ Inside a flash, I learned To be who you wanted. I played the game right Everything stayed the same, Because I didn’t put up a fight. ~~~ … Continue reading Suppress – August 16, 2019
This Is Everything – August 25, 2019
Control, Of What?
Thinking – August 29, 2019
The growing tangle of emotions Knotted in my hair Rolled between my fingers Looming overhead pulled taught Before I can let it go.
Hard Truth – September 3, 2019
It’s your own damn fault, I know.
In My Mind – September 5, 2019
What do you see when you close your eyes, he says. I see you. What do you feel When you close your eyes, He says. Your hands on my skin. What do you think When you close your eyes, He say. A thousand thoughts Of you.
Your Time – September 5, 2019
You never know, I tell you. The light, and then the dark. It’s not clear, It won’t be, Until it is. And hopefully, That doesn’t leave you too late.
Billions of Seconds – August 14, 2019
The summer’s final heat is Plump and uncomfortable. Leaving us Soaked in our own coolness Distracted and searching... ~~~ All of the hours And minutes spent, It’s daunting to Think about the billions of seconds Thrown over our shoulder. Left far behind Each day. The sweetness shared With the quick lasting hugs, The little fires … Continue reading Billions of Seconds – August 14, 2019
I’m Sorry – September 3, 2019
I am sorry I am broken, a piece of me lost. I’m sorry I can’t find it. Have you had enough? Me too. Can’t take anymore? Me too. I’m so sorry for the trouble, Please stop shattering what’s left. I’ll keep trying to pick up the pieces, If I can. Alone, The way it’s always … Continue reading I’m Sorry – September 3, 2019
You – September 3, 2019
This tear creeps down my face, slowly. As it reminds me Of you.
Experiencing Death – September 1, 2019
I’d rather it be me, than you, You ask why. Because I know what’s on the other end. An intensity, A tightness That won’t let go. It grips you, And holds you hostage Silent to its prey. I’d rather it be me, than you. But wait, Then it’d be you.
Blurred – August 9, 2019
My eyes too unsteady, As it hits. Focus, blurr I try again Closed then opened Rubbed raw Blinking World is shaky Untamed Unknown Spaced out Trying to snap out Ending at a compromise Tilt slightly to the left And I am somewhat free
Measure Up – August 28, 2019
I just don’t know, Do you? Measuring up is serious business, And yet to be done By anybody still searching For that one instant, Maybe two Where they feel alive And accepted. That jolt of serotonin Helps take you somewhere, You feel. You measure up For just that heartbeat, And then It’s gone Just as … Continue reading Measure Up – August 28, 2019
Take Me Home – August 14, 2019
The smells The sounds Of memories Kept At a distant reach Pulled to the forefront As I breath in and out The pores explode Bringing me Right back home.
The Breeze Blows By – August 16, 2019
Alive and soft Over my skin. In my mouth, She swirls And pushes. Brushing down my arm, Letting me feel the secrets Of her journey Comforting the past. My cheeks and lips Perk up to feel the love. I breath her in, Fresh dirt and bumble bees. A lull lures me To listen, Chirping and … Continue reading The Breeze Blows By – August 16, 2019
Greed – August 21, 2019
This, right here. This very spot you’re looking at Is mine. This is mine. Completely and unequivocally mine. I don’t have to share it, But with you I will Because This is mine. And I, Just I, Want to see it shine!
The Family – August 12, 2019
The ancient ivories, Say it’s not so. Make the calls for us all below. Wining and dining, With whom they choose. Ignoring or lifting, And constantly shifting. Follow the lead Of the one chosen seed Inside so much accumulated greed. Can do no wrong But, does that equal right? Whose hands are we in, anyway, … Continue reading The Family – August 12, 2019
Spilled – August 16, 2019
If I could only explain What these words Take from me... Unzip my gut, And spilled to the floor.
In My Own Way – August 12, 2019
I want to be peaceful, Feel something serene. Be the calm in your day That lets you say, ‘In the end, It’s going to be okay,’ But that’s not me. It’s a struggle to be free. Especially, because, It’s always been Me versus me.
First – August 12, 2019
A pureness Untouched, and bare. My innocence Painted the room Naive. Expectations floating Above my head. Caught and filleted, Rugged, Atop a flat cutting board. That summer night, Staring up at the nighttime sky. I asked, why. With a muddle of thoughts passing me by.
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