They want pages filled in an explorable way.
This I do not carry in my pocket for them.
Instead, I fall asleep on the ashes of their dreams.
Padres de familia.
The Eyeglasses
What to write about tonight?
We leave the hating for the keys and hoping the feeling will pass through unseen
But nothing like such a gift is given to me, given to me, given to you or me.
We leave the hating for the keys and hoping the feeling will pass through unseen.
But nothing like such a gift is given to me, given to me, given to you or me.
Time has come to a place I used to care of in seconds quicker.
Now a tired brain figuring out this game no one wins
That’s how it was for me, was for me, that’s how it was for you and me.
Stilettos on thin glass to cut the heart of those already passed, everything is repeated And
And
And
Given into the dollar amount of your sweat, has at least
Already passed.
Everything is repeated and given in to the dollar amount of your sweat, at least
Everything is repeated and given in to the dollar amount of your sweat, at least
Everything is repeated and given in to the dollar amount of your sweat, at least
At least that’s what was done to me, was done to me, at least that’s what was done to you and me.
Bigger
We flip our tongues
like raisers words rise from
To feel better
m a k e s e n s e .
Don’t tread on me!
No longer.
I
have
bigger shoes
than
You.
Creative Stance
She sits
Thoughts bracing for the flood of memories
of her.
Her dreams now just stabs in the gut of ambition.
Where now?
What color?
What planned out thought of defiance?
To create.
To create is where her strength lies.
Words that used to leak out
now a dribble,
with a world so ugly there is not a configuration of letters to form words with meanings grotesque enough.
Dribble
Drip
…leak.
Thump
I wonder to the wonder of your skin
sun touched and pink
beneath my fingertips
Roused by a memory of memories
reaching heights of loves sweet
play on soul
Thump
Release And Regenerate.
Let a howl escape the lips
through excitement
tingling up
from the toes
let loves jolt forge
past the heart
sowing seeds of resonating
thuds that ache
finding release
and regeneration
in the creation
of animalistic sound.
Another Door
I have never posted my music here, which is one of my biggest writing outlets.
I am posting this one as this is still where I am at.
In with knowing and out with pain.
Accepting Lonely
The heart broken is still a heart.
Tonight I feel
lonely
tired
and
full of fear
fear of the what if’s
and
the how comes.
I have to take my mind
to free myself
by accepting that tonight
I feel lonely.
Nothing more
and
nothing less
I cuddle lonely
not to change
it
but to simply
see
and
accept.
Mundane run-on
The mind goes…
It reminds me of the screen
I take to falling apart quite gracefully if you would just get the fuck out of my way
who said I had to be whole for you
anyways
who said I needed to be measurements not given by
me
well fuck me and then take my thighs wet
to memories and I will touch upon it now and then
again
but most times i will regret
I will regret
I will regret
not leaving sooner…
Keep Up
Grumble
grumble
the mind
it wanders the streets of dynamite
alone.
Setting off fire works of construction
bubbling
up to the conscious that consumes
phone screens of instant memorabilia.
We wait
for nothing
faster than the speed of light sound barriers are turtled in history
we move
faster than we can keep up with
the blur of wasted Saturday afternoons on the porch creates
a canvas of smeared green and sunset
to feel must be but a second or
self destruction commences in the form of self medication.
I write.
In the form of self medication, I write.
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