Rapid Eye MovementI touched him lightly just as I was about to sleep.He murmured an “I love you.”My being resonates within his deep slumber.I am his REM sleep.
She WasShe never looked more in love then when she wasn't.No one knew what to think of herLet alone what to say.She left them waving goodbye.She was on her way.
She IsShe’s rotten bonesOn tip toes.Her loose lipsSink shipsAnd her secretsDon’t make friends.An eye soreOn the floor.She’s on her kneesScreaming “please,I am hereWithout any fear.”Calm her eyesAnd take in her size.Her words jumbleThough she is humbleShe claims, “I’m not his”But she is.She is.
Embers RageI imagined embers burning brightly inside your rib cage.And all at once I felt a crush of yearning that dissipated into rage.I soaked my anticipation in alcohol.I waited on your trips to break my fall.By then I was hell bent and over it.Instead now I laugh and revel in it.Sure, shock, smirk; you’re a pattern without a cause.Bait, batter, boss; you’re a noise without a pause.I’m gray enough to smolder while drifting in your membranes.You’re bright enough to claim my traits make me insane.
A Liar's TaleI see shapesWhere there were once holesI see nudesWithin my skin without soresI resist the urgeA trade I took up to pass the turnI should speakInstead I hide to feel the burnI have layersThat don’t candy coat muchI have issuesThat cannot be touchedI live lifeWith little to do but thriveI tell liesHow else could I survive
The Things I WriteThe things I write,The words you sayAre considered troubling.They both cause dismay. The words I don’t sayAre the things I write.Your verbal vomit is potentBut I've got more fight.
Gardenias In The RainGardenias in the rainHow they flourish through the painHolding sanctuary to feedSoaking up what they needTheir scent is a stainSo hard to attainThey thrive through weedsReaching up to be freed
Up In SpaceYou could say such powerful things when they were liesBut now when it’s time to speak truths you can’t spit a lick of honesty?Where did the times of lonely nightsAnd spatial reasoning go?Were they fleeing through that melancholy hole in your headOr were they just too tangible for you to fake for real?Dance among your liesWhile I purge myself of ever thinking you were something other than nothing.As far as I’m concernedYou fit between the dimensions of spaceAnd a really fucked up place.
Mouth Wide OpenI should have just kept my mouth shutBut pleading ignoranceHas never been my strong suitAnd my intuitionCan’t be put on mute.It’s as if a cancer plagues my mindAnd keeps me guessing repetitiveAll the time.Without a doubt you’ll find me forgettableBut my words will cause youTo question the regrettable.I’m cursedAnd I’m pleasedFor what keeps me high is that I’m not the worstAnd there is still life to be seized.