How wicked of a thought must you have to jostle a mind already organically filled with evil?
What is your terrible longing?
Piercing butterflies to save and study beauty you will never possess?
Plucking feathers from wee birds because you will never fly?
The truth is no matter how much you ply yourself with alcohol and other forms of courage I will always call your bluff.
You hit me in the face with your fistful of bad words but just what do you think you shall inflict on me with your vulgarity?
You are as threatening as a damp sweatshirt.
I am not afraid of you.
my pain multiplies
memories divide me
is my innateness a welcome addition?
does my otherness subtract from my intrinsic value?
my family was f*ucked up to the 9th power
is my father the square root?
do you know, what is the sum of me?
Another murdered midnight
under a starless sky
The words between us hang heavy
like the weight of the secrets we keep
Love is a cruel deception
for creatures such as we,
living in perpetual drought
If I could only tell you the toll it takes
being one of your lost causes
I hate it, though neither of us is innocent
The truth echoes among us
When I close my eyes the red rope tightens
I think of all the things we do in the dark
the silence sings as the rain starts
today i wondered
if joy tastes like a peach…
would it tickle my tongue with it’s fuzzy skin?
would it dribble happiness down my chin?
lies that bind my wings
intentionally or not
stop me from flying
Filed under haiku, Poetry
You were fully aware
that it is contagious.
you pointed that yawn
right at me.
Why do you continue
the fool’s dark dance
and deny your own luminosity?
Why do you commit yourself to an eternity of decay?
Self-loathing cause a curious pigmentation
and you are saturated by it
You really aren’t as clever as you think
Or maybe you just underestimate me
I did indeed read between the lines
Your message not so hidden after all
Or maybe that was the point
If so, why did you need me to know?
If not to relay your message to its intended recipient
Do you think it paints you in a better light than had you communicated it yourself?
Or maybe, just maybe you didn’t expect me to see the deeper meaning behind it all
Be careful now. . . your slip is showing