They spewed from behind your coffee- stained teeth... Uncensored, unmerciful, and undeniably concrete.
Category: My Poetry
As Punishment
She left herself vulnerable to men's filthy hands... Carelessly accepting all their silent demands. She laid there complacent as they took what they pleased... Appearing content, yet desperate to leave.
Daybreak
Sunlight then began to stream through... With stubborn white rays and a subtle hint of blue.
Cygnus
A whip-poor-will cries out in the distance, with a distinct and eerie song... While up above Cygnus soars, his vast wings star-tipped and strong.
Something
There's something about summer evenings that remind me of you... When the sun begins to retreat so that the stars can come through...
Final Notice
There is no final notice or friendly reminder when people are meant to leave us. They are taken. Without apology or remorse.
Pass It
In my mind we're sharing this cigarette while passing it hand to hand... But then I remember that you're not really here... And it falls right into the sand.
Lunch
The anxiety I can't place penetrates my stomach in uneasy twists... Subsequently churning, knotting, and rioting against my acidified lunch.
Blurry
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.
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.
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