ode of despondency
my door. (more…)
After being shitty over my second “husband” deleting all of my videos during another alcoholic episode, I decided to fire youtube up again today.
My first project from my video poetry page. Me reading The Summer That Burned Me over Mind One.
That one hurt, blog tribe. Never trust a pair of violet eyes.
the summer that burned me
hibernating. to protect from outside
weather. a fast season of summer came
with sandy gold locks and violet blue eyes.
convincing me temperatures stay the same.
winter petals clenched. drooping to the floor. (more…)
You show up unannounced again, three days after I say I can’t see you anymore and six weeks after we meet. I would have told you not to come. But you caught me off guard, like the day I first saw you.
There are things that I do and things that I have done that you will never know. It’s why you can’t keep coming here. It’s why I never should have agreed to see you twice.
You think things about me that are not true. I order my fourth drink during our third dinner together and you say, “Man, I can’t drink like that, especially not on a weeknight.” (more…)
directions of destruction
i cut my wrist. vertical. crashing. slay.
horizontal. a lay down way to say
these are the ways that i hurt myself. pay.
choking descriptions of “it’s a bad day”.
i am telling you what i never speak. (more…)