Category: Poetry
Supplant
Will you take these failings of mineAs not a mark or a stainAnd my name not as a deviceTo besmirch or shameAs if your tongue recoils to even speak itBut instead accept me whollyFor all a man isAnd these hands that tremble before you?These are thoughts that materialize as I standOver a sunny lake with…
Become Other
A self best perceived through a kaleidoscope As every view is as different as the one before itAnd it shifts, transforms,Becomes whatever you want it to beBut only the beholder is privy to its formAs the creature is ignorant of itselfAnd is cluelessly content.Fastened to a ball and chain of its own wisdomOr lack thereof,It…
To Dust
You were dust in my handsThe way you released yourself from meAs if every part of who we were wasTo be scatteredAnd lost in the winds of timeLike any other moment,Made to be forgotten,But the difference lies in the pit it leaves behind;A void too impressionable to disregardBut the mystery behind its origin will forever…
Prayer Finally Finished
Dear God,Dare I aspire for a horizon of promiseAway from where all my dreams lie before me,Their bodies still warm,Their hands still reaching for the skyAs if in their last momentsThey still chose to believe in You?I am alone in a desolate fieldEmbittered and stained with malcontentWith nothing but reproach left;God, please, tell ME— There…
Move Me
You are just a whisperAnd I must listen for you intentlySo I am yours eternallyAs my attention bends its kneeAnd never waversBecause you must be with meAnd I must never lose you.I beg: don’t drift awayAnd retreat into the dark cornersWhere light cannot pierceAnd shadows greedily lurk.Their claws bleed onto the vinylLike tendrils, surrounding you,Threatening…
River
Swarths of green patchesThe gentle warm compressSwirls in the moon’s faceSmoke circles whispering inLavender kissCold mintFireflies in the warm windDry leavesSoft crunchHula hoopsSaw her in my dreams tooLavender hazeCold handsDipped them in the waterIt’s hard to understandFelt a hand brushFelt my heart raceMy mind’s running but I’m still in placeCold hands and warm heatThe distance…
Just This Once
My empty stomach asked not to be fedBut to be spilled outSo I expelled everythingUntil just my pretty carcass remained;My ribs extended out like an invite for an embrace,For hands to be dipped in the groovesAnd the still-warm meat poised to be clenched. I want to be held like that by a beautiful womanWho fills…
Death of the Inhuman
He was bespeckled in confusion,Little doubts that grew larger than him,And how could a child ever carry that weight?There was only a single thing he knewAnd that was that he knew nothingAnd so he was nothingAnd what worth is nothing?But it’s nothing, So it doesn’t matter,After all, it’s just nonsenseAnd he’ll wake from itAnd then…