Poetry

Want 

A deep, penetrating, and sorrowful joy
A regretful exploration

Tantalizing, delicious, and exhilarating mistakes 

A whim, an earthquake
A unending cerebral labyrinth  
And a crippling realization 
When I thought I was what you wanted

I thought I was what I wanted, too. 

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Poetry

Bitter Medicine

Alight, I burn
Bright and fast
I writhe I melt
In paralyzing stillness
Restless with fever and wanting
A chill so deep
Eating me alive
It twists and turns
And breathes and cries
Threatening to burst at the seams

The bitter pill
If only as the sun sets
Ushers in the darkness
A twisting of the senses
To fix it break it solve it stop it

Alive in my stupor
Watching the sting
My soul numb
Limbs weak
Thoughts racing through my mind
No clear winner
For now
As alight, I burn

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Poetry

An Open Letter to a Psychopath

Manipulative and self-obsessed

All I want to talk about is you

dear sir there’s something too true

i can’t quite put to words

brightest reds and deepest blues

they all come back for thirds

you seem to look right through me

lost in magic on the other side

apathetic to the point of poetry

delicate dance upon the blade of a knife

dance, dance out of those shadows,

that prison, that church, your mind

dance, dance into the twilight, and tell me that you’re mine

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