It’s not unheard of, the story I want to tell you. In the beginning I thought it might be an introduction from me to you but soon even that wasn’t a part of the picture, maybe I developed a liking to listening to myself talk or I never really wanted to say anything regarding whatContinue reading “Post Freddie: Overview”
In capacity of my own understanding,me; bringing forth what I should have let gomany years ago, now standing in front of youstill explaining the very same thing;I knew not how to let gosays, besides my own negligence that Ime who might have fallen in lovewas never truly in any stance or chanceto say, my feelingsContinue reading “Blatant Oblivion”
Postcard from the world not lostbut cannot be found.I am living here, but now wishto live where you’re looking from. We will live together…
Your ambitions,let them travel till they’ve swallowed starsand when you’re in need offine line;come undress in my arms.
They told me,love is a beautiful thing.I think,perhaps I might have side glancedor, love only smirked at me.Whatever,now I can’t trust anything. Has the touch of rainalways brought deja vu? I held out my hand to inspect that beautyyet, it took me back where I escaped yesterday. This lying I’ve been uncovering,suddenly made me rememberanContinue reading “A Beautiful Thing.”
I guess when our promises mated,we forgot unexpected changein weather. Rain in June.
Particularly,this simpleton will spectate,Yes it’s well knownday gives to nightbut this simpleton spectatingwill argue; What if,What if day isn’t giving to night buthas had a change of outfit?
My lover was leaving, packed what I’d become in a suitcase I’d carry whenever I went to my next pursuit. After he was gone, I stood by the door with my thoughts scurrying I stood by our bed my thoughts still scurrying finally I stood by the mirror, full length mirror and I found IContinue reading “Dissociated”
Taking from me,don’t copy death.As it’s still and drift,only leaves skeletonsthe ever haunting is here/ was here,Of what once was,don’t copy what is conclusion to me;continuing memories.Take, take harshlybut remembering to return;Like blowing relief on a searing woundand when you blow,if the breath is poisonous,is filled with what could stop my heartif left unattended;that painContinue reading “Disable.”
If I can meet you in a dreamand there we bask,lovers parade; aren’t burntWhy,Why then out a dreamwe can only baskwhen potential of burningis patrolled by intentions realm?!