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Posts tagged “enjambment

“palindrome”

Posted on April 8, 2020

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 lament having spoken, “i love you and mean it” there wasn’t any valid attempt to salvage our dreaming no valiant feature. no heroine vouching for just palindrome sequence. folklore and pretense commodore drowning with his diamond princess and dreadnought boat Goliath’s visage over david’s corpse and slingshot stones a picture worth a thousand words, abstract distortion how happy id be, if i didn’t have to be coping passive aggressive when…

crush

Posted on July 24, 2019

he’s sitting in his shadow match lit. iron sight shifting with his arrow da vinci with a trebuchet. resentment at a younger age don’t think i’ve ever fucking been the same stay still please, so i don’t have to ever aim. heartbeat on my cabernet, gospel on the interlude never into hurting you; but that’s probably hurting you want to hear you love me, but that’s my crawling incertitude I’m sorry. you’ve heard it… too… many times loose lips sink ships on the new delhi line blueberry, thyme, seattle fog on the bloomsbury dime anxiety finds a new adversary for you every time kavinsky playing nightcall nightfall addict. gun-slinging, moonlight absorber eyeball static, upbringing made me too primed for torture leukocyte warlord with a…

nameless

Posted on June 28, 2019

it’s almost time for a confessional. let’s bathe our feet while we dance sediment wash. baptism in the chemical sand trekking through the barriers that barely stand in touch with invariance. writing love letters. barely legible; sun setters cantaloupe sky. dusk settles. what’s warm love in november? it’s cranberry cheeks. your tongue tingling. teeth surrendering ourselves to eruption. lungs blistering. freeze i’ve talked to god on occasion. mention mary and seph’ carried a mountain on my shoulders through a valley of death i’ve longed for delay. had a walk through nirvana hoisted a banner reading ‘i want to be craved’ we just want to be loved. we just want to partake. on a trotting that doesn’t involve being numb noticed your aura carrying breath…

what the fuck do i do

Posted on October 24, 2018

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 air whistling dixie through the windows it’s snowing. frost on the glass particle splat icicles look like christmas ornaments your silence makes me question myself i was too human too human. too human too godamn human. too. human. (everywhere i put a period, is a moment in the story where i teared up and cried) . .. . i fucking, maybe i should’ve danced. that one time that one…

fire breather

Posted on October 19, 2018

I’m a fucking fire breather. Breathing fire. Eating dragons, for breakfast who wants some? None of you do I’ve held back for quite some time exerting no strength Ball of fire. Giving the sun spots ink blots and think thoughts disregard your discourse munching on mantras, making mistakes barely i learn from them wake up from nightmares hardly impressed more creative next time, brain laughable sequence, you could never understand i ain’t lazy just smart you work hard i work smarter catch a sneeze in the air yelling from the sidelines telling mayweather his footwork is scarce looking at my mile times like godamn how old is too old to compete in the olympics? facebook shows me gold medal ads the next day your…

mad scientist

Posted on October 15, 2018

mix gunpowder and moments. of silence gather components you’d author with smiles combustible crossover. lost in your eyeballs. gifting a locket, heart shaped alloy wishing upon a asteroid comet because… it’ll turn to debris before it reaches to me countdown from three, wishing your frown obsolete douse gasoline, that sets blaze to decree miscellaneous. mundane. missiletoe mainframe. hypnotize what lingers in me complex emotions compartmentalizing alone left alone in your apartment high strung and high-rise. affectionate tease was used to darkness from sun rise- till sun shivers stand in front of me, shut eyes with your fingers pressed mute with your kisses tell the moon to revisit. i’d mouth i loved you in english what could’ve been at a later date neck, shoulder, premeditation…

naivety

Posted on September 26, 2018

i guess this is a letter to young me, and as old me having dominion over young me, and the fortune of being older and equipped with technology and the dream of possibly time traveling by watching too much sci-fi, or something- and possibly giving you this letter. dear little boy, this is older you. and if you don’t believe me, read this letter and I’m sorry for telling people you thought you could handle the worlds pain, silly goober. but here it is: (sorry if you don’t understand a word or two, but by now you’re probably reading dictionaries, soooo not so sorry) here i (we) am (are) again. i was naive when i was a boy. i (we) still am (are)! but……

you knew

Posted on September 18, 2018

it’s bittersweet. grapefruit sauvignon. rose stained cherry motif nightmare on wax on repeat. please beware of the beast swiping left. recurring sentiment, pattern repeat didn’t fall in love with your pictures. fell in love indiscreetly deciphering flaws, explicating subtle jungian traits brains defensive mechanism. delegating safety restraints decoding reflexive emotive. premeditative distaste automatic, chemical composition innate features built to delay or forego any possible symptom of a broken heart, hemoglobin battle wound syndrome saline suture. calculating how different you are 4am trip to neverland, not a trip to the bar? borderline blasphemy. there’s times you cry over art shit you gotta do alone, shit others could never remark distinguish aquatic serene, underwater nautical scene scraping off necrotic flesh your hands singed off my being…

so little, little (a look into repetitive behavior, derailing depression, predestination syndrome, losing faith)

Posted on July 14, 2018

why am i here again why does it matter? handle with care. these items are fragile wear a mask and lie to your closest, Keyser Söze display let’s erode together, hold my rusty hand in the rain tin man toppling, iron giant in grave hear the fucking rain pound it’s way on my armor using my metal like drum sets you pawn at a shop discontinued discounted item left on the shelves try-me! buttons as the battery fades buzz light year rotary wind up doll, lullaby weak sober man thinks drunken thoughts, just as he speaks choking on my own blood, cause apathy, me galloping scene, horseback, valiancy it may not matter to you, but it matters to me the dialogue of my backdrop.…

cloak and dagger

Posted on May 21, 2018

you’re not what i dreamed of or hoped for, that potential was reached long before, i harbored emotions in secret sophomoric sequence, plot twist i saw all along held my breath for a year, lungs turn carbon to smog another movie screening, hold hands in between it reach maximum zenith, whisper “never leave me” under closed palms so calm. never flinch. a wink and a nod no blinking for three hours. let that sink in for awhile lovers island. skipper of ol’ overly passionate fingers stranded in your hair strands, bend over and ask me a question, do i love you or not fingertips touching your every hope. every cross of fingers, wishing we would drift apart I’m driftwood and you’re just another fish…

i know what i need 

Posted on October 12, 2017

I dont know what I want whether its surface dwelling alone at the swamp or an oak in a marsh, soul searching proverbial want we’re more or less spawns of monsters nobody needs you were my star spangled banner and I was taking a knee subterranean breeze, vitamin pond, still smell your perfume every once in a blue, Dahlia Divin creeps in the room black lagoon creature. months of despondent malaise never under the same moon, but always got in your way every constant is change, every constant in chains the sheriff to my merits, conversation warranted pain follow the tunnel light or continue to walk amongst shade politics, topic delay, boxer on the ropes you taught me to love; but to love to…

fötter day

Posted on June 20, 2017

you can hear the… suburbia chime, zirconia vertebrae. pearly white spine glass thrown in stone houses, regular suburbia night whirring, rewind. chronicled childhood in olive drab paint monocle glass. wormwood and bottles of shawshank. dissolute solitude, wanderer who wallows in maze en route. delay for tomorrow. never promised today virgin diary. anne frank. marie curie disease tinture of rainbow, even if the distance is blurry to me he, who knows the way to zihuatenejo. furlough father. demand you to die when i say so 26 pesos what’s left in your wallet lint and mothball, merryland. experiment omelette. laundromat arcade quarter exchange 2 o clock shadow of death and follicle strain these boulders were supposed to be gone when i got here you shouldered me…

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