The prison of my mother’s arms Has jailed me into a feeble-minded criminal One cannot leave the shadow of her arms As thay become like…
1 CommentThe prison of my mother’s arms Has jailed me into a feeble-minded criminal One cannot leave the shadow of her arms As thay become like…
1 CommentGo tell me lies Tell me that you love me And not another Though, I saw you with her on Instagram With yr lips on…
1 CommentHow I want to be you The way you ease into my arms Like melted butter on popcorn Yr confidence and coolness I would love…
Leave a CommentO’ how I love thee Just for kisses on my eyes When the day is tough to chew And no one will give any sympathy…
Leave a Comment1 Creation’s Soul Who cares? Death! An impression of mythology. Languishing in the midst of gods…
Leave a CommentOn hearing yr voice My heart mends when broken And the doves fly When it’s truly repaired
Leave a CommentHow blue is the ocean It reminds me of you When you cried from laughter The memories are tried and true Please, don’t be blue…
1 CommentDid you know that skin is the largest organ in the human body? My skin, like everything else in the my life, is complicated. You…
Leave a CommentThe definition is disconnection and lack of continuity between thoughts, memories, surrounding, actions, and identify. I have only recently realized that I dissociate. But I…
Leave a CommentI check my phone and oh god its you My ex who hasn’t messaged me in a year or two You came along and asked…
Leave a CommentHe floats, adrift over wine-dark depths, Veins of denial and luciferin, Dressed in silk ribbons, deceptive in their innocence, The discarded robe of a fallen…
Leave a CommentO’ how I waited for love But now, it’s too late I’ll never speak words of it To man wrapped in the comforter As I…
Leave a CommentThis fortress around my heart is Made of wood and steel By solitude and loneliness As the gates are guarded by sorrow It’s old ,…
Leave a CommentWakeful and aware of my feet against the floor, Alive in a vast labyrinth of precious tomes, their pages soft beneath my fingertips, Their covers…
Leave a CommentUnder stars, the music made me drift into yr arms As we waltzed to Leonard Cohen Knowing this could be the last before you go…
2 CommentsSunday at noon And the snow decided to play But all we wanted to do was Sleep in As we spooned together You kissed my…
2 CommentsLike a black brushstroke poised on a gleaming reed, an afterthought of the rising sun bending bow-like over glass, we’re a black butterfly, beloved One,…
1 CommentIllest villain in heaven still chilling 2012 operation doomsday still makes me feel feelings Nothing for fame, all for the game Taught me no rap…
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