Ballad for B

My dearest friend, The time has come for me to say, that I am no longer in dismay. But in the nights of endless blue, your face I still see, my thoughts are still you. Aside all quarrel, clash and tire, Inside my heart remains a fire. So infinite, this candle burns for you. Through…

Purpose

meaning, definition, utility, function, I don’t get it What’s to understand? The celery and marshmallow of words. zero, nothing, something. Riddle me this, If I ceased to exist, would that alter universal operations and the physics of matter, if that even matters. Would my void feed the insatiability of every black hole, of each burning…

Nothing.

One day I’ll decompose from your consciousness; One day you will stop looking around your apartment every morning, Seeing my paintings in both rooms, Thinking about how much I loved when you cooked biscuits and gravy for me. You’ll stop hearing me laugh at your drunken snoring, your mocking of stupid people. You’ll stop seeing…

What I Imagine love feels like when whispered into my ear

  You taste like milk and honey; Not just body, but the voice, The laugh, The simper. Sweet sounds of sunshine.. A caramel symphony, A Silk sheet of serenade. Every word a song…   Each breath we exchange, I want to fill my lungs with at capacity. It’s so clean… Not even freshly cut grass…

First Love Poem

I’d like to share my first love poem by yours truly haha! When I told ya’ll I’ve been writing since 98′ I wasn’t kiddin’ Shout out to 8 year old moi; two years after moving to The States and learning English. Enjoy! Poem. My sweet my love. Your my haert.   (heart) My sweet juse coconut. …

Stupid

It’s tough finding myself again When you’ve helped me to in the first place. Weird. Now I’m in awe, Stupefied; Disappointed to have forgotten how to be me without you. Pretty terrifying to say the least; melting into someone’s existence; what a nightmare.  

Porn-star Poet

04.05.18   15:00 She paints with her body on a canvas of climax. scream after moan, a novel is written. She tells of gentle euphoria and wild freedom; songs of belligerence, myths of captivity. Pleasure pallette or hoax? You decide. She is generous, yet filled with desire. Master of guile; a Gemini of duplicity. Magician of…

Ardor

4.1.18 – 22:17 You are now in deep slumber yet I lie in my bed with an ocean of thoughts of few things I want said. If your eyes could paint pictures, they’d make fields yellow and blue, and a green pasture glistening in a most heavenly hue. Darling, nothing I want more, than to…

Ur my <3

Soaked in a bath of European pine darling dear, you taste like Napa Valley wine. Forgive my stubborn palette, I have a taste for sweetness. It’s you my pink buds long for can’t you tell that you’re my weakness? A medicine in human form No pill or smoke I adorn more than the syrup that…

No Feels

Feel no way.. Feel no way.. Lately I’m only painting grey. A washed out hue, of baby blue, A drunken shade of pink. Two dozen roses in the garden And they aren’t even red. The hell with the color of a flower, the petals still end up on your bed. I’m filling myself with a…

For the Love of Aggression

5/21/17 16:23 Chicago, IL, USA Have you ever wondered why humans know the differences between right and wrong, instilling love and compassion towards one another for thousands of years, yet still enjoy the gamey taste of violence and the scent of aggressive behavior? I for one can find myself trapped in this fascinating life dilemma….

Liquid Gold Love

4/19/17 Liquid gold love, Poured from her ruby-beet heart. Net worth more than Bill Gates, Money’s whatever, She’d rather make art. Swimming through cement layered streets, She’s a shark in the city. Daily grind on her mind, Chair of the No Fucks Given Committee. Swipe left, swipe left, till there’s no one left. She has…