Category: ‘poetry’

face kicks. life licks.

July 15, 2017 Posted by the writer

The past week-ish hiding in the forest immensely helped my head. The roughly 14 days that led up to this particular stint was head spinning to say the least. A lot of life-culling has been taking place behind the scenes.

Regardless of consciously projecting love to whatever’s around me at any given time, I keep a small click close. When I’m not deliberately breaking my phone, there’s usually about six numbers in it.

It’s not that I’m misanthropic, it just happens that the worst I ever get hurt is off the back of human behavior. So rather than expose myself to the risk at close-hand, I admire from a far and silently blow gold kisses that I hope contribute to the creation of a higher state.

I’m steadying from a throat slit that came from left field. It was an inadvertent slash from one of the most wonderful people I have ever met. For a minute, I believed it was a divine addition to the soul circle keeping me together. The ones I share the best secrets with.

The person I fell in love with left as fast as they appeared. I shed tears and wrote a poem. I guess that’s what I usually do.

Killed Commitment

my heart
collapsed
at the hit
from one
voice. declaration
and detraction
like i cannot
be any part
of my truth —
crushed another
way of false.
i wished
he knew
we shared
the same
scar.

 

let me love you

November 30, 2016 Posted by the writer

he had these
long legs and blue
eyes and i
immediately
complied with a
completely. please
could you possibly
keep me? hold
this disheartened
heart that holds
anything close. that
comes with this
imperfect perfection. (more…)

left out verse

October 26, 2016 Posted by the writer

Left (out) Verse

The problem they have is that I never
(lose faith) Care about. This bullshit. Promise. (more…)

guardia di attraversamento

October 18, 2016 Posted by the writer

guardia di attraversamento

abbiamo detto tutti
quella (more…)

seraphic tumbling

October 14, 2016 Posted by the writer

seraphic tumbling

The weather turns cold and brown. Eyes shift blue.
I’m looking up. No longer at the ground. (more…)

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