at the edge
of my tongue.
in my lung.
Tiring is prior
to a limbo
as she drives me into Continue reading
Melting into blood
Covered in roses
A white dress
Dying into ashes Continue reading
Soft words painting galaxies
Tingles creating hills upon my skin
Mirrored souls behind glossy eyes
Stares Continue reading
Killer black heels
Sharp as your razor
Legs so long
I take out my blade and look at the mirror
I admire every non perfection i have.
I touch them and feel every dark spot i let you create on me
I hold my blade and start cutting through every single thing you complimented.
I look down as my blood spreads down the floor Continue reading
There’s this darkness inside us all
Inching day by, rising closer to the surface
Murky thoughts brewing beneath gaunt stares
Eruptions oozing menace and disdain
side by side-
top to tip
to free our
pale skin to the sun. Continue reading
The became nothing but silhouettes
Dancing away with the twilight
Faceless figures and nameless shadows
Criticizing stealthily from afar
Determining one’s fate without their consent
Toying with dolls of anguish and distress
What I wouldn’t give to be
Jay for a day: speeding by
on his roller skates, balancing
dirty dishes and coffee
as he swivels around and
refills mugs with a smile. Continue reading
Stars burst, minds blown
The bizarre disparity of this virtual reality
How did we manage to demolish humanity?
With barbed ideologies and peculiar stupidity
Hatching the egg of illusions
A splendid demonstration of failure
Worthy of a gilded medal
The alienation is successful Continue reading
You tell me to cover up my skin.
That my laugh should stay coy and my words measured.
You want me to carry myself gracefully for I should be a lady.
My ripped jeans and expressive wardrobe offend your ideals. Continue reading
If you were a book, I would recognize you on a shelf
in a bookstore, among a thousand other books.
I wouldn’t judge you by your cover
or by the horrible art someone else drew on your face. Continue reading
What she loves about being a writer,
is that she’ll always know what will happen in her story.
What scares her about life;
is that there is absolutely no control over what will happen. Continue reading
These words have been laid down so effortlessly,
Who is the author of this book I’m reading.
A biography of twists and turns,
cuts and burns,
struggles endured. Continue reading
A rhythm of art has never been so
as wide and lively
as your ecstatic joy riddled with panging grief.
Your wars, your white flags and your weddings will mark
Windows of words – a million of them pouring in to my world
and focusing to make one blinding ray in my mind. Continue reading
I open my eye lids like a fortress gate
For you to step in the orthogonal domain
And discover the labyrinth of my mind
Please don’t be afraid and make yourself at home
The home of madness, the sanctuary of centuries Continue reading
“The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn” by Mark Twain
You have been in my memories,
since my earliest years.
Not that ragged clothing,
nor the star-bangled hair,
or your charismatic charm,
has left my mind… Continue reading
Cold stinging winters;
I no longer feel you,
you no longer bother me,
not in the same way that you used to.
My skin has turned thick,
my heart has hardened by what has become.
I no longer feel pain,
I no longer feel anything towards you. Continue reading
Gather me in your wings,
your feathers of power.
Fly me across the mist,
your curtains of enamour. Continue reading
It started in her chest.
Bloomed like a lily,
opened like a fist uncurling to show palm
fingers outstretched to prod against and bother what was unbeknownst to what still moved inside her for her.
It started in her chest and grew. Continue reading