B l a c k
Brooding, luxurious wall of darkness,
Loose fragments and infinite abysses crammed with isolation,
An illusion mimicking the echo of haunting thoughts,
Brooding, luxurious wall of darkness,
Loose fragments and infinite abysses crammed with isolation,
An illusion mimicking the echo of haunting thoughts,
Resting your head
On silk filled fluff
you wait
for your mind
to make your movie
your personal entertainment
An experience
just for you
your dream,
about you
Flowing river,
downstream
feeding the grass
making it ever so green
lilypad soaked in the substance
making it a deep
brown
The breeze is a different hue,
of the color,
The dumbest jokes you would think,
Make her happiness fill to the brink.
Dumb songs, words and jokes,
Are still enough to make her choke.
She is creative, and smart,
She has a good taste of art.
may,
nearly beginning of summer
to celebrate, I wear fishnet tights with stars and moons,
a NASA t-shirt,
and a moon necklace
new season of summer, fast approaching
This summer I will sleep in.
This summer I will enjoy the sunshine.
This summer I will enjoy the rain.
This summer I will listen to the sounds of thunder.
i will meet you on the soiled floor with splintered knees and pointless pinkie promises, bearing the gruesome girth of your loveless little lies / forever fighting to quench my thirst, but your roots will always remain sodden / they say
9 PM,
a minty smell wavering over my just-brushed teeth,
fragile bubbles of soap curling on my fingertips and the sink,
10 PM,
curling up on the bed with a worn book,
Bang
Bang
Bang
My head against the wall
Why did I say that
Why did I even open my mouth
Once again I ruined the moment
Bang
Bang
Bang
I can't ever keep in my thoughts
You are the light in my life,
My girlfriend and my love.
You take away the night,
And your body fits with mine
I know you love my poems
So I will write them for you.
If not for the moon
that pulls the ocean tide up,
revealing raw sand,
then when would the sea
be able to thrash waves
when only at stillness?
And the surface water sits,
heavy on its floors
“Honestly, she had better come around, but it isn’t her fault. She isn’t emotionally stable.”
After everything, this is what you told them.