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Lost Love

I’m afraid to fall in love againbecause it feels disloyal. Like if I do it meant I didn’t love him as much as I said I didas much as I know I did. But what else is there to do? I loved a boyin very many ways we grew up together. The difference is hisContinue reading “Lost Love”

little things

I love the little waysto fall in love a personplatonic love, romantic love,fantasy love,like the little drawings they doodle in idlenessor the way they twirl their hair when they’re nervousany little thingthe minute detailsyou slowly get to knowthe things that stick out mosteven after the passage of timeconcrete intricaciesquick moments of human delight.

the tiger and the kitten

Have you ever looked into the face of a docile purring catand seen the tiger lying underneath the surface? A brief glimpse of the stealthy predator that lives withinwaiting to pounce at it’s preywhen the moment is right? Have you ever felt that way about your own tiger within?Known this humdrum life is not allContinue reading “the tiger and the kitten”

on existence

I keep writing of dreamsof loves lost found again only in slumberI poeticize the hell out ofunattainableunrecognizablesubconscious renderings. Except it’s not totallyunrecognizableI see shapes and sounds that are vaguely familiarthey resemble my waking lifein a painfully sharp wayleaving me longing for pasts unreachable. Waking up sobbingchest heavingbody tremblingsomehow louder in the calm darknessI curse myselfContinue reading “on existence”

into the void

I am tiredtired of giving more than I receiveand still feeling so alone.Constantly lost in my thoughts, drowning in despairno one to turn to.People always offer “but you can talk to me!”yet when I do, I can feel the discomfortor they give me some stock reply‘I’m sorry you feel that way!’ ‘That sucks!’Cold & clinical.MaybeContinue reading “into the void”

there’s no place like….

There is nothing worth saying right nowWe have been stripped of our freedoms time & time againI am a caged bird who refuses to singI am bored and restless and anxious for the future.Others are wondering how they’ll pay their rent or buy foodand I’ve been there, albeit for different reasonsI know it’s hard andContinue reading “there’s no place like….”

what doesn’t kill you

Grief is a big feelingthat comfortably stretches out over timeexpanding & contractingunable to be contained She will consume you if you let herthe deep dark cavernous hallsshe’ll show you deep inside The fire burnsbut does she devour inwards or outwardswhat is life without suffering,the perfect partner to pleasure My tears they fall like rainand yetContinue reading “what doesn’t kill you”

hot hot heat

The casual caliente nature that is evoked by the sounds of a Spanish guitarFeeling the soft, sticky hot breeze.A lick of my salty smooth skin. My hips move to the music,the way the leaves sway gently in the wind.I glisten, I glow. A warmth, a devilish nature.I’ve always had this thing inside me;burning passion readyContinue reading “hot hot heat”