The sneaky and slithering s crawling on your tongue tinged with bile and a remembrance a time when lies were little and white your body betrayed your mind A word you couldn’t utter until your tongue swelled to the point of release the ick of finishing a word you never wished to say Like choking... Continue Reading →
“Treat your body as a temple” The temple more like a used condom Needs tossed upon the floor Full of someone else’s desire An empty shell, serving a purpose of suppression The hope of protection, foiled by the prick If torn, it serves no purpose So we slice and dice, stuff and purge Hoping to... Continue Reading →
Talking to you is like listening to me If I were deaf and blinded I scream and scream reality, but you sift through your illusions You are drowning deep inside the quicksands of your own timing I've shown you roses, pure and true, made in my blood and tears You chose my thorns, you silly... Continue Reading →
The wind is a jukebox Of my yesterdays The record plays A poem dances I await the next song To come
Finally got the damn poem to talk to me. All friggin week I’ve been writing and x’ing and scribbling and cursing. It finally came together thanks to a conversation. The only problem in prison is the I Brick by brick We built a cell Fat was one And crazy Wriggling fingers into the space The... Continue Reading →
Hoover (is this a god) Dam Sometimes it’s so much easier... to see all the things I want to hate. I want to yell at walls and converse with my carpet. The pillow and I are exploring other options.... But in the shower, sometimes I swear - I caught a glimpse of god. In between... Continue Reading →
My eyes are a wormhole Let them take you deep inside I'll reveal all the secrets That my smiles like to hide Let them take you on a journey Into my flesh sealed cave The dark is only scary if you forgot to bring a flame Do you see my blue skies Or do... Continue Reading →
Opia Can you find me? Can you finally undress this soul? Can you show me all the missing parts that makes my fragments whole? Opia Can you see me? Do you see the crimes I’ve paid? Can you see the parts I’ve tucked and pressed Inside this flesh sealed cave? I think I’m inside here... Continue Reading →
