While I sacrificed all imperfectionsFor one perfection,For one love,Fate was there to curse me. While I sacrificed all the time I hadFor one moment,I received a blame, by fate and its surrounding colors.What a spectacular array of sequencesThat bordered on imprisonment. With her, in arms,I…
I bring myself close for a study,To see you in your rawest misery.For I am merely a phantom,With hands as pure ice. You lay in bed, with a mantra of guilt,Stumbling upon remorse like your very soul.You have memory peeking from between your breasts.As you…
I will ridicule this mediocrity of a mindset until I am frozen and dead in the grave. It is pathetic. To sugarcoat or create a euphemism for the word “narcissism” and say that it is “self-care”, makes me tremble with rage. Love is an emotion…
Let me swipe away all the tears, So that my own replace their presence. I know you’ve only needed one droplet To fill a void. Because, the next scene Is when I consume all those who stand Between us. The next act Of our play…
Is life this Piece upon piece, of open and ripe imagery In the whispered moments, Where I dreamed to hold you beside me? Do you still dream Of every love gone right? You would still like to Roll among the fog and embers Beneath the…
Unbolt the feelings That take precedence Over the future, where I will continue to wallow In the murk and mire, Drenched in the dark blood Of many nights in caress. What times I choose to feel, And place a palm upon my chest To hear…
Walk through The long hallways, Where feelings break And cellars quake Along the broken symmetry Of his old and frail heart. Walk through What youth Deemed to relive, And never forgive. Because, all for hands to sift Is the burned images Of something not yet…
“Count how many stars linger in the universe. Their endlessness is freedom. What humans want, are shackles. What humans want, is purpose. Purpose is the wall placed before the one who is free. We would reside in continued tedium, were freedom to be all to…
“Age is a reality. The effects of age, more-so a reality. The way we ‘interpret’ ourselves would not be a thing, were we to not have surroundings. That is, the way we interpret ourselves, comes at the reaction of what the world has done to…
The blackest air,The disease,Was never enough to truly see youIn your time of plight. I kissedA song down into your throat,And drew a curtain asideTo see you even more. Love sleepsUpon shelves made of mahoganyAs an endless storm of books,Captured of each detail. Look upon…
Sometimes, When life looks in both directions, And can staple itself Against Hell’s ceiling And Heaven’s floor, We can realize we’ve stepped over stones that float Atop blood and marrow That swim in the heads of those ambitious Enough to follow their own voice. Oh,…
Split upon the image Of two destinies apart, from the other In time. I have loved a woman Lost deep in a landscape, A fire, A bloody mire That was as old as the tomb that shakes her form Down to its core. Love writes…
