"I'm fine"
I used to think he loved the birds and dreamed awake of the stories from before.
I have heard that sharks might die Of suffocation when they still.
Monday morning.
'Mostly' I want the hole they left In my heart filled. I'm tired of looking back, Feeling the regret and sadness That I didn't understand them better. I want back the person I used to care about. But I know That person is dead. And the person Who is there now Is someone I am … Continue reading Mostly (a poem)
Gray Swirling fog Twists of smoke Clouds of spreading ink Encircling me Effortless black Stretches in flowing rings Transient shadow pulses And weightless friction Blend with the infinite Ashen fiction Open wounds throbbing Along the sides Of my naked limbs And weathered face Crimson drifts around Warm as an embrace Inescapable as fate Further to … Continue reading Gray (a poem)
Everyone is deserving of love. Everyone but me. Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m not pointing fingers. Really. I don’t want to say it is Anyone else’s fault, And society isn’t to blame. It’s not like I think “All women are this or that!” I mean, everyone has their Own circumstances and types. I’m surely … Continue reading Deserving (a poem about love)
Tread from one room to the next, The cold seeps up through bare feet, Wrap myself in a blanket of numb, And crave the promises of lost sleep. ~ While misfortunes fall in piles, Mangled for conveniences, I pace under portals and over tiles, Mill my back teeth to pieces. ~ All this time I … Continue reading Again, Again (a poem)
I often fantasize about letting go, to be one who can leave the act, and carry through. I often fantasize about running away from all the places sharp to the touch, from all the people who take too much. I often fantasize about the way out where no eyes see blinking although they may still … Continue reading Fantasy (a poem)
Freedom (a poem) I consume, The substance consumes me. A life less painful than my own… The sensation alone, Addiction itself. I become someone else, Other than myself. I have this choice, It is simple and free of pain, Yet I know nothing is truly painless. This life unlike my own, This experience unlike my … Continue reading Freedom (a poem, 2020)
