Where's my other shoe?Head is heavy, wanna sleep,It's so hot in here.I like how the porcelainfeels cools on my face.I'm fine. No, you're drunk. Shut up.
Tag: Freeform
Poetry that does not follow conventional patterns and formats.
Chaos and Tragedy
She loves chaos and tragedy: Preening suitors bearing presents, trying to fill her void. Dark candles and cigarette smoke, a taste of blood, the high. Bacchanalian revelry, Sex and violence, a sigh. Sepia phantoms moving in sad mimicry of life.
Dearest Friend, so long
Dearest Friend, so long,I'll not forget you,Though it is better,To be forgotten.
Quiet Loneliness
I miss the warm days of youth,Of being a fool in love,But these cold days aren't so bad.Quiet loneliness,Like a cup of black coffee,Takes getting used to.
Untitled, scribbled
Don't doubt my passion,My desperate wanting,The ceaseless hunger,that drives all men like meto take up the pen.
Left Behind
A light kiss against your ear,That you nuzzle into, laughing, fun, A speck of black nail polish, That you'd pick at, then laugh when I'd watchA pendant you often touch,That you said to never ask about,A sad sort of expression,That you might have thought you hid from meA little lists of your things,Left behind in … Continue reading Left Behind
Desiderium
Dark images form pools on a white field. Film developing. Your face, obscured.
Wildflowers, Maples
I love these girls who livea relationship, a moment,but I am old and covet the way,that maples grow among wildflowers.Not to say they are not beautiful,but the shade is sweetbeneath red-tinged leaves.
Sweet January
I cannot remember a time when January did not bring me dread,I am, after all, a child of the new year, of deep winter, of power outages,of "don't be greedy for your birthday, it was only just Christmas,"and other such memories that secretly made me wish I was a Spring Child(Queue the laughter from my … Continue reading Sweet January
How to Say
"J'adore,"I wanted to say,Between your troubled sighs,and lovely exasperations.Seeking romance and surprisevia photos, text-flirtations,how else would you like to bedisappointed?