Sick with despair Sick of this anger I can barely Stand the sight of you And your ungrateful face So I smack it Just hard enough For a little satisfaction But you merely recover And spit in my eye So I wipe it slowly Like a hunter Just enough motion That the prey Does not … Continue reading Us
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Traveler
I am fine . . . just a little lost, it seems. If you do not mind waiting on me, I will find my way back one day. Maybe we might laugh again, How foolish was our youth, How cruel children are, It really has been long. If you can wait for me, Just a … Continue reading Traveler
Have Your Heart
How often Did you harden your heart, And turn from the pain, When bearing the weight Became too great? ~ How many times Did you cast aside A piece of yourself, And leave it behind, Just to keep moving? ~ How many endings Did you cauterize? How many crossings Have you set aflame? Just to … Continue reading Have Your Heart
Again, Again (a poem)
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)
Fantasy (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)
Of Course (a poem)
and just like that, they killed the little joy you tried to hold on to.
Freedom (a poem, 2020)
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)
I did this to myself (a poem, 2017)
I did this to myself (a poem) Hesitation wrapped its bony fingers around my throat, barring the offense crawling its way to my tongue. Doubt wove a web over my spite, and for a moment, those words made me believe them. After all… I desperately wanted to believe them. The part of me that wanted … Continue reading I did this to myself (a poem, 2017)
Losing (a poem)
Losing (a poem) This old, tired crisis. Staring in the face, The death of a necessary part of me. As the light leaves the eyes, The feelings slip through my hands. I fall out of love, This old, tired decision. Kill the rest of the tiny, innocent emotions, Bury them away. This world spares no … Continue reading Losing (a poem)
