I haven’t posted for a year, so I’m obviously up to no good
creep into my closing eyes
there’s no point in anything. Just kiss me”
heavy is the flower crown-
the knitted embrace of common ground.
Scrolling. Losing control. I’m trying, really, I am, to refresh the page and start over.
When we dipped our toes in the devil’s honeyed water, your eyes became blinding blue fluorescent lights. Why did they make me stare for so long?
First post of twentytwentyone 2021… in February, yes I know. I’ve been working on quite a lot of poems so…
Birds aren’t singing. They’re screaming.
inch by inch,
watching the whiteness shrink
It is the light,
that blinds realism
so I can see.
Dear future self- sigh google said this would help it’s not like I’ve got the virus anyway, I’d like to…
Those, too, crossed seas,
crossed continents, just to be
Pandora will tell describe
how it was hope, alone
which allowed her to survive.
lost to a red abyss
between hesitant words and a half blow kiss-
beheld by candlelight,
His body moved slowly through this strange space of darkness. An eternal ether of himself.
when the ocean spreads between
I stay, free
but bound eternally
by tugging tides of curiosity
from their pain-
You’d have to decide whether it mattered anymore. And in the end, you decided it didn’t.
To float in streets,
where nature walks free.
Si fuera a pie If I were standing Contigo, With you Allí There Mirando al cielo Looking at the sky…
Better to be made king
of the non-living,
than born martyr
in sunken clay.
We are not bad people,
We just did bad things.
bare hands- rugged and sweet- slip
to absorb this tear stained cheek
Inspired by the brief feelings and
of alternate realities.
Beware of perfection the ripples of dreams and dangers, of impotent possibility beware of your desires: for nightmares haunt the…
Build a city. Build a home.
But just don’t let
that grass grow.
embraced by nature, then let go
amongst the wild grass
Broccoli makes my braces snap,
Carrot makes my heart collapse.
They say ashes to ashes
dust to dust
Sneak a sideways glance
and wash your hands
“When stories are released, who knows what havoc they can wreak.”
You’re in my mind
going round and round
Closing your eyes brings nightmares. Opening them brings reality.
I bow down to the great empress;
The masks that smile
with a different type of
basking in the rays of freedom.
relishing in the risk of nothingness
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