i have so much to say, and nothings suffice the honest truth is, i just want to cry enough violence of my energy marks being assaulted my silence comes from expecting nothing less than the obvious misunderstanding. awkwardness. overall shyness. i acquiesce solely out of exhaustion. closed captions underneath both of our eyelids touch myContinue reading “4:05”
Author Archives: Cristian Leonardo
i met somebody. (meeting someone who has a significant other, and you think there’s a connection they’re avoiding)
i met somebody i’m not sure if i was supposed too thoughnot sure if she was a’pproachableanxious and mellow.standing with my hand on my elbowstudied her curves with theglance from my hello but, i’m sure, you’re unreachableand asa man (boy) wrapped his arms around heras to slowly suggest a inflectionand grabbed her by the waistContinue reading “i met somebody. (meeting someone who has a significant other, and you think there’s a connection they’re avoiding)”
spellbound hellhound. (a latino man’s overarching poem turned unfinished short-story detailed in excruciating sentiment and honesty)
spellbinding is the term used to describe when you’re holding complete attention of someone, almost as if it were something magical; indescribably intoxicating. have you ever felt light brown eyes lock into your soul, eyes surrounded by the most perfectly tailored bronze skin, like if you crushed up jupiter and sprinkled the dust over anContinue reading “spellbound hellhound. (a latino man’s overarching poem turned unfinished short-story detailed in excruciating sentiment and honesty)”
syrup pt. 2 (2nd volume to syrup- a follow-up on intimacy)
she’s smiling cheek to cheek, wide veneer cheshire feel my eyes tether through your bed side this that pressurized, bend-her-over sex drive the entry to her treasure room, legs wide find you in the vestibule, whisper at your back side cause vigors’ just a side effect to when i imbibe if pleasures just a mentalContinue reading “syrup pt. 2 (2nd volume to syrup- a follow-up on intimacy)”
syrup pt 1
what do you feel, when you apply the sentience? besides wall pinning. and drizzling fire sessions momentary silence, pin drop in an empty room padded wall. effervescent, and sensual feeling your feminine voice telegraph vibrations through many a noise millenias not enough time to fix things we destroyed i feel violated. pass me the voidContinue reading “syrup pt 1”
super conservative (the poets descent into the ‘convenience’ of a sudden rejection)
if…I get to the point where no ones’ love embroiders me,I’d mix the oils, clay, and color coordinate the sordid seamsavoid distaste. annointed is the day shes holding mehoist your rose colored lies on a crown of thorny leaveshearing voices, and allof them enjoy to screamtend to open wounds, forget the ointment and gauzenirvanas intenselyContinue reading “super conservative (the poets descent into the ‘convenience’ of a sudden rejection)”
me reflecting on unavailable women, whether it be emotionally or by status (succinct poem)
they’repsychoanalyzing my pride. I’m ignoring the obviousa war vet with ear plugs on the fourth of julyyou’re that pyrotechnic glow on my mindthis memoir a token of antisocial expressionour vermillion bond, was anecdotal at bestdemoralizing. you’ll only ever see it as a victimless crimesiphoning bits and pieces of our symphony’s chimesitting in my oval officeContinue reading “me reflecting on unavailable women, whether it be emotionally or by status (succinct poem)”
alma (revised half decade old poem with a modernized touch)
Look …over a quarter of my sentences begin with ellipsesthe objective’s to sigh. the intent it carries? illicitmalicious design leaves my lips, but ends so benignthere ain’t a problem when it rains- you couldn’t tell that i criedit becomes complicated to explain- when it wells in my eyehe pretends that he’s not, even though heContinue reading “alma (revised half decade old poem with a modernized touch)”
bondage (our chains, are invisible, but trust me, they’re there.)
inept, and upset, it’s like nothing is mentioned.lifes a run on sentence, interconnecting.eclectic, electric, im a plug in the wall.a bit so perplexive. spotting the occult in the psalms.the rejection. a song in the hall of this crazy asylumstraitjacket is off, and i still feel like i’mbindedabstaining. no hiding. not restrained or assignedwhat’s a goonContinue reading “bondage (our chains, are invisible, but trust me, they’re there.)”
“palindrome”
it’s my inner voice. bragging and shy. so very coy abruptly impassioned in its perilous joy panicking. sulking. abdicate holiness. i salivate at the thought of having you hold me heartbeat in my abdomen slowing rapid eye movement. palindrome dreaming what is the meaning? we battle of the Alamo’ed the last of mohicans i lamentContinue reading ““palindrome””
Orwellian (my battle with depression, dysmorphia, anxiety, body image, eating disorder, perfectionism, and the ongoing back-and-forth with oblivion)
may my last words be half-slurred and cathartic so & so’s favorite blue jeans stained with tear drops & saliva head cradled in their lap, eyes barely widened my interventions’ HQ will be besmirched within silence my shoulder blades girth played role of a harbinger the bonier they got; the more i wished i wasContinue reading “Orwellian (my battle with depression, dysmorphia, anxiety, body image, eating disorder, perfectionism, and the ongoing back-and-forth with oblivion)”
july 19th (3)
he’s unsorted. unabashed. formal with his emotions. unashamed. vulnerable worn as a sash on thunderous days. sport a badge of honor stained with the blood of cain. what’s her name? love lost. lust loves to come in gangs. my father never asked if i’m ok. he told me he forgave me for what we brang.Continue reading “july 19th (3)”