Tag Archives: thought

seams

I’m not going anywhere and tomorrow will just keep coming

I cry for a new taste in my heart

stop licking old wounds that irrigate so deep

falling so no one will catch me

it eats at me like ants submerging into my brain

fighting for a space and a thought of their own

waiting and burrowing

they all feel pain

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pocket full of flesh

Don’t bind me and cut me and forage me down

I am not a tree to be cut down by your venomous axe

you want to purge me and rid me climb me and conquer me.

My vines will eat you

Trap you

Suppress you

Power is not what you posses

Just as you are you will remain

A pocket full of Flesh

Flesh of my Flesh, Blood of my Blood


skeleton

Smile skies of reddy blue

Uneven tapestry of me bathing my arms

Sectioned body

Anatomy ready to be read

With your scalpel I meet my fate

With smiles

Meditative Sword ©Kiran Kaur


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


lick

Write for me

Write for me again

Like dried lyrics

Circling the walls

Spitting led against the surface

Splintering holes

graphic edges

to be seen and read

to hear and to be felt

smudge your fingers

slide down these brackets

let me taste your words