Enigma

  This poem was inspired by Allen Ginsgerg's, "Howl". ~~~ i have lost so many versions of myself to unadulterated; unorthodox, fully vulnerable addictive love that is growing like a cyst in my heart completely rooted in my vena cava hours of study locked in my closet as metaphorical and literal as you can get …

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The Sunflower Boy

I’ve only cried for a boy once And maybe that's a lie For I've cried for many boys But this boy didn't need me to cry for himBecause his tear jar was all filled up So we started another And it was labeled in a blue sharpie pen,“Makeup”But instead of tears we used money And …

Starved of Your Love: A Letter to Rejection, Jealousy, and Heartbreak

  It was the way you curled my hair around your thumb that first gave me the impression that you loved me. We bumped into each other in the hallways and exchanged expressions of admiration. Eventually, I woke up to thoughts of you and fell asleep to the idea of me spinning right into your …

The Rather Unfortunate Tragedies of a Womanizer

  I never knew that my life would end this way. I always thought that I would die in a heroic matter and go down in history for being the most ravishing, drop dead gorgeous man that ever lived. Maybe I still will. But dangling from a sixteen story apartment building, clutching a Victorian gown …

Painful Pleasures

Tranquility cleansed my soul as the limpid lake washed away any worry of tomorrow. I am finally free from the restrictions of the city and the impeding, tortuous memories of Stacy. My thoughts were interrupted by a giddy scream of a human. A group of teenagers crashed through the water and began disrupting my solitude. …

A Conditional Romance

Her breathing kept me awake. A methodical lullaby that wouldn't summon me to sleep. As she clung onto my arm and nuzzled into my chest, inhaling me, I laid motionless; daydreaming along the ceiling. Recollections of university life and buying our house riddled my mind. Every time, I go through these memories I get more …

The Rhythm of My Heart

I was seven years old when my ma took me to the theater. I’ve never been there before but whenever I had a real bad toothache, my ma would drive us to the doctor’s office, and I would gaze up at the oval shaped building with roguish stone pillars and cobblestone stairs. It was my …

Earthly Flowers In A World Of Fairy Lights And Little Trinkets

She lives in the dark, Embraced in silence Nurtured by the lust of the, Stars Galaxy upon galaxy she has searched for a burrow of Sweet Succulent Emptiness A place of serenity "Penny for your thoughts?" She would whisper to the moon as it spun around her shrunken head Swimming in a void thicker than …

thoughts of a dead lover

i am sleeplessly devoted to you. long striped fabric around your waist around my pinky finger. i am genuine. falling out of love in the rain; listening to the clouds weep. crystal lattices web around your toes. drowning lungs half enveloped in cerise moonlight. tripping in your arms. hearts slamming into each other. slow down... …