Poetry

Sometimes it’s the smallest things that make me burn up inside and want to rage against light While the true nightmares I can smile at and laugh make jokes like…

When you don’t know⁣ what you don’t know⁣ ⁣ You don’t know⁣ what you could know⁣ ⁣ What you should know⁣ to see your soul grow⁣ ⁣ Where you would…

They weren’t brave enough to be honest. Lies to hide fears. Leaving without leaving. Loving without loving.

You like these wounds.⁣ ⁣ Scarred over, easily consumed.⁣ ⁣ The pain that’s created strength.⁣ ⁣ My confusion-driven art.⁣ ⁣ Songs I sing to soothe the ache.⁣ ⁣ Catching my…

Thoughts of you come when pleasing myself late at night hesitate now because I remember how you made me feel touching my skin and kissing my back and holding hard…

The romantic talking about love sick, hanging on to another lover giving no real love, just fakin’ in its place meant to say as much but now… seems pointless.

I want out of the matrix. Thoughts intrusive like Karens. Unhelpfully pointing out exits. Sick, this. Safer drinking poison, lil honey bee. Kiss a bullet, Richard Gilkey. Drown bone dry,…

Today I miss him. Not always strong but lingering mostly. Miss the way he smelled and felt and felt me. The times in bed playing footsie. Asking me “why are…

And I could forget you’re a person. Your own ambitions and dreams. Mistaken for a robot made to please me it seems. What if I’m the only one living? The…

I want to die in the ocean’s eye sink deep where it’ll keep Don’t bring me back or raise me up keep your cask, drain your cup Let me lie…

Throat still hurting, god-damn. Boys still call offering hot spam. Coffee tasting more and more WHAM! Bench-pressing twenty kilos, scram. Me the only Noe one seen you. Pushing pills ?…

Dead gone old me, done. No mourning her. I’m the butterfly, she is the caterpillar. She is the pupae. She is the egg. Death ate her and I am glad…

Why you stalk king? Watching silently. Never saying whether you have feeling. Never saying what thoughts you’re thinking. Why you stalk king? Although entertaining I wish you’d just tell me….

If you weren’t conscious enough to appreciate @ the time was it real or made up to reflect and refute re-evaluate the truth what is truth besides perspective-shift towards the…

A gift given asked for it even now it’s here I’m the deer Call me foolish stupidly prudish without knowing better why I follow the letter Call it space a…

Running and screaming and yelling and shouting jumping and leaping and fighting this feeling. What can remembering that feeling do for me anyway? Useless, cursory.

Thought I was the spider now I see your web caught up in my own lies, dear I got to be so dumb proud and on some high here wasn’t…