I have visions of a time I cannot remember. A place I do not know of. Background noises, like birds, creatures, water in a wave, a stream- that I do not recognize. In fact, I don't know where I am. I feel like I have just been born, the light is obtuse - to the … Continue reading existence i do not know: what if – (a rough draft i wrote immediately after waking up from a deep sleep)
Author: Cristian Leonardo
Poetry and writing, rhyming and story telling. Depth, and simplicity. Painfully honest. Dreadfully playful.
HUMILITY
soul is sequestered. hanging fruit, in a forest of giants praying for atonement or a holy alliance molding my bones. soul seller solely uncensored sling to be highest bidder, sold to goliath liquor bottle pried in my fingers. corroded and weathered like sewing a sweater, stitching holes i'm developing linoleum tiles. alone in his centerpiece, … Continue reading HUMILITY
indigo magenta
lachrymation and silence my most cherished possession. holstered like a primary weapon baseline until i count to 7, quiet like a library session four five six. these moments just help you evolve which adds truth to my theory that pain is a necessary involvement in life and in fiction, typecast me as your typical loner … Continue reading indigo magenta
blog post: reaction: self help
this is in response to a friends blog post, titled "self help" a person i silently & greatly admire from afar. in ten days from valentines, it will be the "anniversary" of when my childhood friend, took his own life. i was 17. he lived down the street from where I lived. the morning after … Continue reading blog post: reaction: self help
again and again, again.
again i hear footsteps awaken the creaks in the floor again. who the fucks at the door? night stand machete laid neatly in drawer revolver neath queen mattress. in case of a quarrel but there's nothing. just repentance, contempt, intentions dissolved gun powder, protein drinks, and penniless thoughts could've sworn there was something. apparently not … Continue reading again and again, again.
nice’s guys finish last
I’m stronger than you. Or, I thought I was. Maybe I am. Don’t fucking touch me. Make up your mind. Tell me you love me. Fuck me like you mean it. Mean it when you fuck me, love me when you tell me, you love me. Tell me a secret. Show me your ghosts. I’ll … Continue reading nice’s guys finish last
slowly
she whispers in a drunken moan. she's slowly falling in love ask her how slowly? we're slowly making art when we fuck making sure she comprehends. a lion covered in cuts licking wounds. vicissitude. saliva and blood we're controlled experiments. and you're variable A variable b, mumbles to himself. paranoia pirated brain dancing in her … Continue reading slowly
maple tree
what do you think of this super sensitive sentience drizzling fire, pyramid shaped flame over credulous credence like a momentary silence, aluminum pin drop echo in a empty room padded wall. effervescent, magical i could feel your feminine voice telegraph vibrations through separate veins like subway networks carved throughout my muscles where you tap harbored … Continue reading maple tree
when hercules jumped into river styx
KILL OR BE BROKEN. KILL OR BE ME killed in combat over and over killing disease killed in disguise killed when i sleep killed in my dreams, killed cause I'm weak attracting spiritually broken, they see healer in me chill in my bones. killing me slowly, kiss me. it's frozen feeling the breeze. or is … Continue reading when hercules jumped into river styx
what the fuck do i do
the moon the moon the moon the sun the sun the moon press mute succumb doomed doomed doomed I'm doomed. we're done who who who are you who are us? collusion contusions. you're a cup of hot chocolate on the fiercest winter morning feel the blisters forming whistle through the windows pixelating percentage whistling. cold … Continue reading what the fuck do i do