poetry:emotions
-
You go on a walk … The world a grave on your shoulders The pressure against your feet The concrete beneath you You finally understand the gravity. Thinking … She told you a story of the man swimming in the Puget Sound, intending to stay They found his body a few days later You think…
-
when i’m left to my own devices i stare up at the ceiling blanket to my chin and watch my peripheral … i’m kept entertained with the flashes of brightness from your computer … before that i simulated the womb inside the blanket and tried to remember what is familiar … at some point i…
-
tingling skull threatening to shed me clattering nonsense, encasing trance the worst massage on my shoulders whispering scratches in my ears encanting dooms!
-
all the good has been marred by stubborn stagnancy the cowardice of needing to stay in familiarity i’m scarred, bruised black and blue my heart held your hollowness for too long … i did not know how to love with you the sweetness, the bliss, the comfort i could only grasp hints of it in…
-
i guess i feel bad for loving her more than i loved you but when i remember loving you it was favors, begging, going out in silence and you screwing up again your company fulfilled me and we had good conversation though it diminishes in this bliss i feel with her … i mistook obsession…
