Sunday, December 31, 2017

boundries

You can’t 
break the rules 
If you don’t 
know them.





Saturday, December 30, 2017

anarchy

I took 100 steps
closer to my doom
and found myself
uninspired by it's darkness.
Then I patted the devil
on his sweet head,
and told him to be a good boy.
No one likes a nihilist.





Wednesday, December 27, 2017

exhalation

"I love you, and it's not because you are beautiful..." 
Is indeed the most delightful collection of words,
that have ever been exhaled through those beautiful lips darling.



Wednesday, December 20, 2017

Virus

I want all of you.
The highs, the lows
Emotionally and physically.
I want to worship your mind.
I want the feel of your skin against mine.
You’re highly contagious.
And you’ve infected me.

infused

mark me with the forbidden words
swimming inside your mind.
bite galaxies into me
with all the stars in your teeth

kiss the moon onto my lips

and pour everything you are
onto my skin with Bourbon infusion.

mark me,

and let me do the same.
let me draw you with all the words
i want to say,

paint you into my own galaxy

and i promise you, it will be worth it.

Monday, December 18, 2017

me.

I am me.

Yet they will try

to make me them.
They will try
to shape me

as they please.

With no rhyme or reason

no question or answer

they will try.

But I will not cave

for I am me
and in the end

that’s all there will be
...
Me.

words on a page

If you’re after my words

and the thoughts 
suffocating my mind

then really
 you’re after my soul

and the scars you will

regrettably find

the fog

I fall in love
with the way
you touch me
without using
your hands.

Sunday, December 3, 2017

A tangle of paths

Glancing at passersby, I often think of their hopes, worries, memories. I make stories for them. Lives intersect, a tangle of paths crisscrossing and running over each other, through years and miles.

Strangers are endlessly fascinating, because I'm confined to the thoughts and perspectives in my mind, and wish I could occupy their conscious and look through their eyes at a much different world.

It's tiring to be one person.

Our minds are endless solitary confinement..