Not this time…

I have no resolutions this year… No goal that I have created, trying to fool myself and get a pat on the shoulder from all the other resolutionaries! It’s not fun anymore, repeating the same shit, thinking that the more times you say it the more you’re likely to do it. I’m the New Years…

Chaotic Beauty

Photo Credited: Pahala Basuki Believe it or not life is beautiful and wild and confusing and all the other awful things that we make it out to be, It’s multifaceted, layered in beginnings childhoods and imagination socialization would have you believe that life is one big dice a game of chance and luck, others talk…

Who Gave You the Right to Procreate?

I almost cried at work tonight! There are few things that penetrate my cold hard exterior that I’ve built in order to do my job. Few things make me feel, makes me think, few things. I met a baby tonight, one who had just begun to live and was almost ready to die. The mommy…

Mirror Mirror

I’m fracturing unraveling renting from the seams as pressure builds within, it should be easy, giving up on things that make you toxic but i’m pathetic attracting leeches like leeches to blood allowing them to suck my essence dry i’m secretly sadistic, pretending to enjoy my pain by hurting others and I’ve been hurting others…

I know I pretend like i don’t need you but…

I want to possess you Demons circling easy prey, I pray that you will love me Totally Completely Forgetting about past Because we are past The last Man… woman We are linked to these bodies By energy You to me Me loving you Wanting to be your shadow Your conscience Your choice Your first thought…

What are we…. Exactly?

I know nothing about you it seems caught up in my own mind trying to turn sexship into a friendship or is it fuckship relationship… fuck, shit… I know nothing about you apparently but I can feel you undressing me with just the tone of your voice when all is quiet and i sleep at…

Its Perfect

it’s perfect dressed in fine silk and thick wool a relationship that shines reflecting all the light of the universe around it… it’s perfect beautiful filled with beautiful people who must be perfect too… But are they, perfect Beyond what the eyes can see Dark closets and plushed pillows so why do they pretend living…

Nostalgia

I should just give up  Give up living  Give up trying to be something I’m not  Fighting not to become the person that I am  And it’s pathetic  After all who said I’d never  They can finally say that I didn’t  Prophetic  justice for all the bad shit that I’ve done!  And I’m hurting  Busy…

Crazies

   The crazies always come out late at night  It seems  When it’s dark  And raining  And people are asleep.  They walk in roads  Sitting on corners  Feeding stray dogs  From bins and boxes  And all the yucky things  That we scorn!  They talk at the top of their lungs,  Or so they feel  Arguing…

The After, after

   I know it’s good when I dont think  When emotion melts away  And insecurities fade into the background. I’ve become a super human  Hearing moans you barely uttered  Muttering  Incoherent languages  And pleads  “Baby, don’t stop”  But I don’t hear them, too busy  in my zone  Keeping rythmn in my mind  And tempo in…

Hero complex 

   I look up to you  Wholly  Solely  Forgetting gossips  Half truths  And veracity.  Because it will never be true  As long as I belong to you!  I worship you  My deity Creating stick figure idols in your image Beating drums  Hums  Making spirituals…  Legendary tales  Passed down through generations  My very own tradition of…

I’m Not into Girls… But I want To…

   It was experimenting  Mixing chemicals  And watching them react  Admiring soft skin  And round curves  No I’m not into women…  Anymore!  I was experimenting  Poetry became  our catalyst  As we listened  And we touched  And we gazed  Lyrically awoken, She motivated me  And I became  Caught up with her.  But It wasn’t suppose to…