This is the part that gets so hard for me. The part where I don’t know what to feel or how to trust it. I’m a fucking nightmare. I was told recently or I read somewhere that if I want to ever trust other people, I have to learn to trust myself. And I don’t…
Tag: weakness
Never ending echoes
So I feel pretty terrible right now and I think it’s best that I get it all out so that I can not only go on with my day but my life. Deep breath. Yesterday Old Faithful e-mailed me at work. He was checking to see if I was still in Ohio and explained to…
Thursday at Mallard Landing
I’m sick of you, I’m sick of me Always ending, always ending I’m sick of yearning and not being… Selah Lip curled, ego bruised Nothing new, nothing new Come volunteer for my vapid use… Selah I’m sick of you, I’m sick of you I’m sick of you, I’m sick of me I’m sick of our constant nothing…
Philophiliac
Chords are changing Improvisational riffs Traversing all paths between the beginning and the cliff This one is my hip hop, gritty and real That one is my jazz with a melodious feel The other is my hard rock headbanging mischief The latest is the electronic rhythmic mystic Nothing consistent over the bass yet it fits But it…
Trouble fond
I’ve fucked you. And so that there is no confusion about my intentions I do want you, you know that. I’ve choked you. If I could, I’d keep you in a shoe box in my closet but I’m not delusional. I’ve sucked you. I know that want doesn’t ever equal get…nor should it. I’ve torn…
The Unassailable King Ananas
He’s the B6 from pineapple It’s so fucking sweet Curing everything….I want him to live forever but He sees what I am up against… a swarm of sycophants He’s etched on my neural pathways now… It stopped being his the first time that I tasted it… His outside is so hard to get into but He sees what…
Danger Duffle
Underneath the smooth finish Lies a sharpened edge No one would guess that a Ken Doll Grew a machete between his legs What did I ever see? Is the monster in me…. Underneath the softest pelt Are teeth ready to kill No one would believe the pretty boy Would rather suffer than simply feel… What is…
The everlasting ephemeral
I can close my eyelid down, blocking out the light assuredly feeling still the heat of the day each second a never ending connection to all before and after hunting to sleep in a cradle of calm waves with nowhere to fade away I can close my emotional center, blocking out heart beats hazarding to voice…
