Tag: poem

ghost.

I am a bag of bones Time took its toll She spits the seeds I’ve sown Then swallows my soul There’s empty space under my suit of skin She wears my face But I didn’t let her in Do they know she’s here? This…

equilibrium.

  the disposition of rage, unbridled. a reflection of homologous nature, simpatico. the forbearance of wrath, obliged. a body of water, still. the extinguishment of vexation, palliate. a testament of fidelity, infrangible.

stone hands.

he’s got these hands made of stone beneath lies the dust of her bones jagged from the glass he’s thrown blood bags laden in units unknown too late to atone

helium.

A love that lifts me up, chemical element, noble, atomic number 2. Floats me to the stars, weightless, his love, it’s like Helium. He.

formication.

The walls, they’re caving in I sit idle, center of room Folded up inside my mind Origami swan in a flesh tomb The heart, its drumming wild I sit idle, center of sin Beating the rhythm of my past Cardiac arrest in a cage…

the space between

In the space between happiness and hardness, I can find you hiding there. The violence in your head stopping time, but I too, am fucked beyond repair.   In the space between sorrow and sadness, your darkness came to fuse with mine. An introductory of…

the silence.

Those deep ocean eyes tell me a story, one that stalls behind gritted teeth. I care not a fuck about spoken words, let them crash amidst tangled feet. I find comfort in the shared silence, please tell me things without speaking. We’ll become observant…