I'm a drive by murder scene with a view from the kitchen window. Split screen from underneath and down below. We all float down here, up there? Where? In the clouds? Where planes fly? Sorry, baby, I'm not religious. Rocketships go sky high but haven't found HIM yet. #justsayin' Got me on your Instagram, Not Twitter -...
"Everybody's a poet," Fuck you! I didn't ask for this. I didn't ask for this talent. For this overflow of words that keep coming and running and gunning down my mind and grinding and orgasming and screaming and crying. I didn't ask for this. I didn't ask to be alone in this world. I didn't...
For the principle of love I sacrifice myself. For this simplicity of love I make a jab at myself. Just a girl with a lot of affection to move about Never know what might come out Of my heart, my mind, my soul. Not looking for a Puddin' or Romeo Not a Don...
All of you. You know who you are. Those who could be around but can't or chose not to be. Those of you who regret it. Those of you who are better off or believe you are. Those of you who are trucking on. I started writing a poem about you...
He's not real, but I'm thinking about him. Someone got me writing again, Helped me return to this passion pit of fire even if it was for a short time. A place that I once dredged myself out of on my hands and knees. Tricky little habits were calling...
She builds holes, Silent crevices of Envy and Sadness. Always swept away. Retired, on fire, that liar. Person of the past. As sweet as he, Man with golden locks under dimmed lights. That toothy grin and energetic eyes. His arms that are raised high around shoulders and handshakes-- hands that make mixtures and music and gestures and mistakes. His mouth and...
I am surprised by that fact that you are so young. So supple and moist. I adore your youth and the fact that the folded skin near the corner of my eye doesn't bother you. I revel in the idea of what a woman you are. What a woman you...
I Dreamt you chased after me. Feet, moving swiftly, one arm outstretched. Me, trying to get as far away as I could. I peeked back because I could sense you trying to catch up. Your intentions were to reach me, but I wouldn’t let you. Turn left, turn right, and...
These aren't just words These are the skin and bone of my mind These are the heart and soul of my core I don't just write poetry to throw around some flowery anecdotes I'm like a lyricist with the fire of a flamethrower A spirit floating on the ocean floor Dormant...
Her hair, long locks of auburn-dyed green. Her hair, grows like a weed. She is so similar to a plant As people walk by and crash into its leaves, it bounces. Bounces, bounces, bounces. His fingers glide through hair, Wrapping and twisting and clipping, so even, so effortlessly, so swift. Each tress, dominated by fingers, tufts, float to...