tires smashing, breeze transcending
pavement rings a tune
a black colored nature
the way life feels of hatred
to jazz to our song or feel of death
snow fills, the cold feels
mountains in the distance remind me of you
the sky soothes, i feel you
shadows of your hands
an opaque kiss which leaves you breathless
standing at your ego
with whereto instead of i do
who knew you could love without view
who knew shades of blue could consume
how shoes could walk all over you
in lieu of love atop horn avenue
i wake in a daze
pillows on the ground
lying sideways
thoughts of a hurricane
stuck in yesterday
i was earth
he was a quake which no one could escape
January 2017
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we twirl to our bridges
dancing to a beat with a loss of rhythm
tango or fall, i grasp his feet
he grooves along, my rib cage curls
no stranger to a feign
no stranger to a troll in peace
he sways with the wind, i go with
two doves rescind to tables turning
fuel burns as desire consumes
rooms of the house fill with fumes
tango or fall, i grasp his achilles
do you know how it feels to break ones being
the blood bath, it oozes
dangers become
leaves descend
to dance in the flames of hell
to kiss without lips
the taste of deceit
how it felt like an apocalypsecatastrophic
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i wrote you
ten thousand times
whispers in the air
shadows of the veil
to feel your veins
against my skin
the vain of your being
the soft sultry i once knew
to feel your hues
the neutrals of us
i wade you in black
to see if i could find you
where streetlights dim
i led us to kiss
under drunken skies
hands on your thighs
arms twist
the breeze of that night
i lust your lips
felt your teeth upon my skin
i wrote you a poem
before you even knew of
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to sit on a stoop in a dangerous daze
where everything feels avant-garde
days at oakhurst
where we fought in circles
to avoid a world of a million candles
with running wicks and endless wax
stuck in a void of black
between here and there and opaque wind
rescind or live, to fight or taste your lips
went from love you to hidden views
secrets and lies came too soon
infidelity became the room
bed and sheets wreak the hate we knew to be
how life could flash before your eyes
the way the moon hit your knees
to create shows in the eve at night
he calls your name
i said you’re mine
destiny rang but you swung from vine to vinethe hidden power believed to control what will happen in the future; fate
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My deepest weren’t my most private. The ones that sat on the surface, but were too scared to be talked of – those were my most private.
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Sadness sometimes becomes you and it isn’t beautiful. But eventually, you move through it. We take different levels, different strides, as we all live separate lives. Appreciate the sadness. Love the sadness, but love it because it lives with you. Demons aren’t attracted to worth. But don’t romanticize sadness. Don’t romanticize depression. Don’t romanticize mental illness. You don’t romanticize pain.
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from the eyes of my seas
desire we fought to be
quakes at the palm of my hands
i grasp his neck to feel his beat
a pulse detonating
felt the tips, how they pulled
in the night i seem to twirl
around the idea of forever
wondering if this world is here nor there
imaginary or reality
we made a pact and played a puzzle
two became one in a sense of love
two became none when the puzzle was done
toxic i wreak, toxic i wreck
to hold hands in the fear of loneliness
to kiss in terror in the midst of our final hour
i held your hips, the aura of white
how shades brought your light
way traffic would stop
the wind plays a song
in the sense of right or wrongabcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz
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I fell in love with touch. We break up, we leave, we die, but the one thing we no longer have is the ability to touch. We love, we lust, we cry, we hurt, we feel emotion, but can no longer caress our fingers against someone’s skin. We sometimes become lost in people and forget the simplicity of it. We miss their being, their soul, their voice, the conversation, thousands of emotions, but the thing I remember the most: their grasp. We could meet them in another life, a parallel universe, but after this moment, it becomes no longer. Embrace with your arms as you do with your heart. Take moments for yourself and the appreciate the squeeze, the rough, the soft, and the instant you’re in.
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i quiver to your beat
hands which seem lovely
to tango or to fall
a puzzle you called god
i never said love when i hadn’t
i never lied when i should’ve
it was your hands
it was your grasp
it was the pull
i gave you my word
you gave your love
to smash, to use
and then you said never mind
when i just had given you minewithout lies
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