Crosses & Love

It's funny!

How love got me staring down the corridor of insanity

While busy undressing my thoughts off sanity.

In the middle of it all

Abandoning my soul

At the tip of madness

& Happiness.

Taking my knee to dive deep

& seek the ring_giver

To shower a blessing.

Unto a ceremony

Known -unknown to men

As the sun nix to sink.

Time

In perfect lines

We began our story

Dancing in the rain

As a perfect cover

For the last fall.

Parked by sentiments riverside 

Cloaked in spillage tantrums

Jived in logical denial

We fell for each other's hive

Drawn to the nectar.

Fumbling to the park!

Drunken

We emerged to stand

Lust white washed 

Heels glued to a tango

Tapped in coordination.

Dared

Salsa infused

Both collision-ed

Cupid paroled

Prison's role call escaped

Magnetically attracted.

Twisted Tongue

Listening to the beckoning rains.

He marched his soul straight into her's

Watching every word drop out of a straight line

Yet out of character, it felt off the tongue.

Biting a few in seconds

That felt like days.

Hearing the screams of his voice

Heart pounding a million miles per second.

Hands waving in air for courage

Gesturing out the soul's desire

He felt his spirit abandoning

Yet loudly calling out her name.

His words caressing every sentence construct.

Belching perfect lines

The symphony continued

Pulling strings at her presence

Kneading all he could master

to present the perfect cake

Falling into her.

Back Again

Tell me again, where I am from

For I find the swamps homely

But scary to admit.

And hear the footsteps time louder

But a stranger, in the corridor of hope

As the footsteps always go in reverse.

Morose filled

Days progress's enmity

Digress grins

At the helm of a pleated beautiful nightmare.

So! I dare you to tell me again

& see the wrath of the sun

Slumping life

In front.

Horrid Seduction

Dangling skeleton closets

At broad daylight

Brewed in dusk escapades

Tongue-tied to fallacies

Brood words spilled in drunkenness

was all of it.

Blended in trouble

Replies swollen

Moments swearing

Dust-dampening trickling

clock rushing-ly winding

It was time.

Mopped in fear

Perused by anxiety

Chest rapidly pumping

Eyes untamed scrolling

end to end

Uncertainty swallowed

The piper had come to play.

Unsplash

Feet funneled

Blows rumbling

Daybreak ghosting

Truth scorching

Straight into flying pans

Inflamed in regrets

into vowing never again.

Imperfect Loud Stands

The day we choose to speak, fate had another story to tell.

Dated by our feelings, that had us chasing our tail.

But this was more than a ghost tale

We only spoke about when nothing was there to tell.

So! In the quietness of time.

We had our placards held in hand

Marching out thoughts of hate

Out of misunderstood headquarters

Tamed to speak louder of the beliefs,

behind the word feminism.

Young to advocate for a breakdown of fame.

We scatter our feet on pavement thorns,

Hands bound on silent screams.

Bending the world out of touch with reality

Becoming the very monster,

We choose to lie to grapple with.

But this was just time for another illusion grandstand.

Thiébaud Faix

Ghost

Clipping actions! Ms. Nobody felt time in absence, filtering in the cold night on a loop. Damaged reminisced reflections tricked her soul to unbundle her dignity. 

At the hand of a monster deemed family. She knew not the words to say but to ask for forgiveness from her past self. With no words to best describe the coldness of the twilight drama duct taped in the silence of the moon. Pounded with the vow of secrecy, as no one stood to believe her truth.

She had always been a rebellious child known for her candid antics. However, on this very occasion, it wasn't about the gags but innocent blood drips. Called to survivor in shame of having not but in need. Bedsheets rigged of the pledge-ful moans that were actually screaming for help.

Photo by Rick Han