Next time you wake
Lifting heavy lids
Not seeing reason in facing the day
Know that I am somewhere
Waking slowly
With one thought in my head.
My Downfall
My downfall: those pink articulate lips
Divinely flavored portals to a mouth
Where soul dissolves…eyes darting
Beneath black brows, snares for the heart,
And the milk-white breasts, well shaped,
The twin rosebuds, fair beyond other flowers.
To itemize thus – is this to cast dogs a bone?
The poet’s pen – secret as reeds of Midas?
poesa.
A sense of sin, sounding
off the tongue, unhurried,
slow and unctuous, as
the song hissed from dripping
hips. She was the sun, both
sanguine and unfair, filling
my nose with ambrosial
nonsense and truth, wet
regression set like sweet
hypnosis against the snicker
of my cellphone and the rain.
Melancholy swarms around me
the buzzing of a hundred reasons for sadness.
Then he steps into my day
carrying the docility
found in smoke,
the melancholy settles.
And as he moves on,
I can feel the smile forming
where the tears used to be.
Destined
A mere spark
Ignited my mind
Began a wild fire from within
Smothering the heaviness
Freeing my spirit from underneath wreckage
You were the one
Who clasped the stones together with nervous fingers
One accidental spark
Though who spilled the kerosene?
Good things are always intentional.
The beauty of good friendship is that you’re allowed to disagree with each other to the point of near-death. And then, something happens when you remember your sanity, and the anger dissolves.
i bet my pocket
that you let your
mirror lie. yellow skies
mean we’ve got a
few more hours
yet to erase the progress
once made
“When the scarlet corners of her lips turned down, it was less a smile than an invitation to a kiss.”
— F. Scott Fitzgerald’s Winter Dreams (via fuckyeahfitzgerald)
(via katskradlexx)
,love-drug
that nauseating feeling that
makes me want to throw up,
getting up too fast or taking
too deep of a drag, that fucking
head rush. your fucking touch.
Moonshine
click-clacks
tip-taps
on your frosted windowpane.
It heard you were undressing
and wanted a better view—
so you opened up your blinds
and welcomed in the
tender(violent)night.
where do your eyes
hide when they disappear
behind skin? i’d like to find
the corridors where light
reveals its true nature…
before you even wake up
you’ve got me all figured out
the sum of disparate parts
poetry
I mounted your heart
like I would mount a horse;
straddle, astride,
commanding.
We rode all the way to Tuscany
where I used my hidden blades
to win you over.
one day,
dawn will break free
from horizon,
and fall to its knees,
and I will forget,
when the door shuts
behind you.
(via shespeaksyvon)
Caged Rage
Oh,— what a raucous din unending,
This damnable clamoring within;
Refusing me even brief respite,
Feasting on me in the quiet night,
Drowning out every lucid thought
‘Till I’m lost, with no will left to fight.Those who surround me can’t even begin
To fathom what rages so deeply within
As my seething soul bellows without surcease,
Vexing me, robbing me of all peace;
And, I— in the grip of my demons— am left
No means and no hope of release.
