They say she has a bit of moxie in her but that’s only because they’ve seen her dancing in the dark, uninhibited because alcohol is the worst friend to invite to a party; it lets you fall flat on your face and kiss people you should not have. I say there is no moxie in … Continue reading Moxie
my mind is playing tricks on me in the dark tonight. i swear i see your face in the shadows but my eyes are closed and i still see you not the you that you are now you won't even talk to me, but the you I loved on long nights through a half-lidded lustful … Continue reading for you
if you were to try to read my palms you would know that i am cold, my skin like ice grazing your fingertips. i am the chaos; the poison running through your veins tells you to embrace me you long to find warmth in the cold and you eventually do.
i am made of porcelain. don't think me weak for I hold inside more than the average man. think of me as the great infuser. glistening silver is what i am made of; strong and durable, inside you scatter your fear and worry; i will pour out love to you in return. everyone loves me. … Continue reading i am your cup of tea
A red lens I look at you and see a mess of thick oozing crimson juice. It pools beneath a large lump of red chewed up and spit out bubblegum; I stomp on it one last time. Brittle bone pierces the sole of my foot, You pierce my soul. This is the closest we … Continue reading red lens
if only we lived in a perfect world where people who were meant to be together could simply just, be together; but a world like that is a fantasy, the real world is a much harder place in which what is meant to be, simply cannot be.
your face was a wild array of lights casting a shadow that seemed to highlight your lips that haunted me in the most alluring way.
There's always this gravitational pull when I see you. You're like this unbreakable magnet and every damn time I'm drawn to you. To this day I still can't fully explain it. I have theories though. For a long time I thought that it was because you and I were so alike, but as I got … Continue reading noose
Sometimes I don’t want to rhyme or focus on creating prose that sounds like a gentle lullaby. I don’t want to use cloaked words or phrases. This isn’t a poem, this isn’t meant to sound pretty or flow well. These are just my thoughts. I don’t sleep anymore. There are way too many things to … Continue reading just lazy writing
I feel like I'm a volume button. When the voices in your head get too loud or the static silence of your loneliness becomes unbearable you frantically hit the volume up button, using me to drown it out. You say that I'm your lighthouse, your guiding beacon. You say that I am the voice of … Continue reading et tu, brute?