Blurred lines and fuzzy features imitate the objects I know. The fire alarm... is just a beige blur. The carpet... is just a sea of synthetic fibers. And the bedside lamp... is just an incandescent inferno. But in the morning I'm sure they'll be clear.
Category: My Poetry
Pulled
I think that by nature we gravitate to those who mirror our emotions. Those of us who are lost and grasping for comfort seem to be drawn to those also desperate for connection... Only to find our own condolences in the reassurance we give.
Relentless
The future always finds us. It finds us without hesitation, effort or probable cause... Tormenting us relentlessly with small pokes and large prods. And there's no way to outrun it or ability to hide... Unless time chooses to take you... Or you decide to die.
Labyrinth
Her mind is a labyrinth of what-ifs and have-nots. A self-inflicted maze which spirals... Twists... And constricts... Until finally cascading into what she craves and fears most.
Whose
The secrets we shared helped relieve us of our solitude... But then yours became mine, and mine became yours... And we could no longer remember whose was whose.
Apparently
Secrets, sentiments, stories, and lies... You speak only bullshit to get between thighs...
Pavers
The stars connecting Orion's belt somehow felt closer than the brick pavers laying beneath us.
Come Up
The neighborhood is quiet, all streetlights turned out. There's no one awake, and no reasons to doubt. I can't stand the silence, so come up the stairs. Wear your shoes on the carpet, I don't even care. Just give me your hand, I'll let you take lead. So I can give what you want, and take what I need.
Vicious
Words slip from your hot tongue effortlessly and quick. Vicious verbs and malignant nouns thrown carelessly, but with steady aim. Striking precisely into a very unforgiving head.
Self Love
We both looked to each other for the love we weren't giving ourselves.
AO Poetry 
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