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Underneath the gold vessels

I’m licking at liquid pins

And in the sins are quick flung flings

It’s not the people, it’s me

Naturally

Found underneath tight gold vessels

Are the mighty hearts I wrestle

And it’s not me, it’s you

Can’t you just look at me, too?

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passion, poetry, rhyming, romance, self, Uncategorized

Free

I can see you opening a box

Pale blue and glowing

And inside that box is the thing

That I’ve dreamed of knowing.

I think you’re able to see it

Whenever you have desired

But I’ve been searching for it

For so long and I’m so tired.

My heart suddenly realized

Why I’ve been so enamored

It was the recognition of you

Within me, the illusion shattered.

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Almost There

I’ll never stop biting the liquid off of your back

Cheek leaning on the palm of my languid lack

It’s eating away like vinegar on my tongue

Dripping like an impulse of invigoration unsung

 

And then there’s the sound of the softness of your invitation

The hesitation in my lips and your musical sensation

In which I redirect the childlike mind running my heart

I dream of petrifying our past and finally getting our start

 

 

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Divorcing

There’s a change

A new range between cage

Bars and the smart

Whip of finger snaps

I clap, I cry, I’m flying

On a blade of burnt grass

One change, enrage

But I’m myself again

Too many bars in the cage

Of your unwilling, thrilling

Unhappiness

And my rods and cones

Focus like hocus pocus

I’m clapping, I’m crying, I’ll fly

On my smirking lips

Covered by finger tips

No “shhh…”

Just knowing, I’m instrumental

My sanity is mental

Finally, my heartbeat, feels gentle

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into a nightmare

one day i woke into a nightmare

fingers teetering on the tip of a hair

and i found out all the things i hate

found out i was forcing my mate

to be everything i need and ‘what was happening’

my very life was a golden shadow

in the wake of this nightmare world glow

i woke into a nightmare of dreams

growing up, it seems

letting go of hope and exchanging it

for another confusion, a fusion of reality fit

for the vision of a golden world glow

and my heart center… flow.

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