Can’t

I cannot write about you Not because I can’t but because I cannot the thought of it the thought of it stops as soon as it starts almost as if my body wanted you gone which you are  but you are not the smell lingers however imagined and the sound that sound the sound of…

My Name

You ask me what my name is I say my name is life And you say That doesn’t sound right I ask why You say I haven’t seen you live I live everyday as if time were broken But broken ain’t a verb You ask me what my name is I say my name is…

If you knew

If I can’t imagine what it’s like To run through the saltiness Run through the saltiness Run through the faults Your eyes aren’t faults For they strike like light Like lightning Like light They might It might just be enough To hold a stare In my state How would I? How would it hold? My…

Blood is ink

Embody me In the song you sing In your written prose With the words you grieve Portray me With the ink your pen spills Like every lie you’ve told Like every hope you’ve killed Devour me With your lust For nothing else moves me For no one else, for no one else

Sound of me

In the evening The dark of day Where thoughts are dead And ambitious That may seem senseless But for someone Whose eyes are closed Who lives through voice Yet the world Is not ready For the sound of me

Shades of Silence

When all you can do is scream A certain kind of self sabotage Only because you don’t allow yourself to be heard You walk around in all different colors In a light, so dim Unnoticed Shades of black and grey bleed inside Silently So quietly that you’d confuse drowning with simply fading away And that…

Circus Tickets

“It’s hard to crawl out of my head” You said… I get it Yet, your reasoning sickens me Come one, come all For the circus is on tonight Funny It’s funny how those who act like lions are the very ones eaten by their own thoughts When I was green and blue and creased, And…

I’m No Poet

I’m no poet Though I play with words The same way you play me My silent need to provoke To earn what? Since any attention is positive And neither is something I gain from you I went out looking for you today Through red and yellow of spring Though imagined Almost if seeing grayscale Was…

Like Open Fire

Feeling warm on a cold day is a skill They say suffering is a choice But my suffering is an open battle The bleeding. The dying. And the yelling won’t cease When you’re told you’re like an atomic bomb Detonated, and everything’s gone When you feel like a stampede Like a forest fire Like open…

Twelve glass stars in June

It’s like the ocean Incessant The way it washes over you An hourglass moment Before you taste, saline By then, the universe is dark Infinite shards of glass You’re alone, It’s vast, It’s cold You no longer feel your legs For you’ve forgotten they’re even there And so you let the waves take you Beyond…

Lilith

There once was a woman who lived in fear She wrapped all her memories and kept them near She boarded the windows and locked all the doors She bleached all the bedrooms and mopped all the floors She lingered awhile ‘cos she knew he was there All covered in dirt but so unaware There’s blood…

You can’t hear it but it’s there

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