Tag Archives: emotions

ever be

Put me down like an old used blanket

dusty but free

Am I not good enough?

Roll me up like a used ripped rug

disheveled but full of character

Will I ever be good enough?

Shove me to the side like a used up lover

dried up but soft to touch

What do you have left to say now?

Throw me aside

used and whored again

Tongue tied?

Rebirthed

A learning in progress

I belong to me now

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Shift

Build

love like breed

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Tide

Shove

creases smile along the lines

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Cry

Scream

shove the bottle down the gullet

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Spy

Fingers

sliding down your spine


heat

touch me 

feed me

hold my skin against yours

pursed lips against the black shadows of my eye

blank stares, soft stares locked eyes

face panned down, chin to chin, scraped smile

sultry grin

heart full of heat

wrapped, entwined, bound…


take me on

1940 Lupe Velez

She bled like warm fields of trenched hearts

Emasculated into one

Trying to break unity

As their pace hardened

Trickling ventricles tightly bound

Eyes transfixed on lust

Pouring out heat

As warm wax melted on her

Blending shades of her skin


i love

Lupe Vélez

When i create and cry

When i write and wallow

when i handwrite and hate

i recite and recall

verse and virile

and speak

entice

consciousness


Fry

frozen

frozen beside me

inside me nothing crawls

but strangled thoughts and blazed feelings

the ice feels alive

trickling strong down my sides

lighting my flesh on fire

shrieking, hollering, shooting

stains of abhorrent love

be seeded by blinded hate

masked by the lust that wraps us

gorge and feed your soul

for it hath no decency


she says

 

Lenny Kravitz- The Difference Is Why

She says she wants to be a lover but she has no fear

she says she wants to be an inspiration but knows nowhere

she says she wants to love but can’t breathe anymore

she says she hates the way she smiles because her eyes crinkle

she says she can’t have what she wants because she doesn’t deserve

she says that her hopes and dreams are never at ease

she says she wants to believe and respire but she can’t

she doesn’t love herself enough

she doesn’t give herself enough

she doesn’t feed her soul

it cries like a banshee

tearing her monotonous face

hoping and dreaming and pleading everyday

but she gets none of it

she says where am I going wrong?