Without ever sailing

This land is not my land So I cut it upPumpkin gutsFucking nuts I'm chuckling but It's No good. I've misunderstood The mist under the hood For smoke And mirrors So I broke Them till they were clearer. But I couldn't make it a careerAs this carrier Of doubt. And out Of myself I see [...]

Madder than hell

Stupid meStupidlyStoopingLower and lower.Like limboOr grave digging.Should've let him goDragged him out kicking;But the licking truthOf this wisdom toothIs its rotten.It's gottenToo sweet to be trueBut that was the picture he drew.For someone whoWas colorblindThe whole time.And undercover I'mDisinclinedTo speak on the matter.But make no mistakeI'm madder than hell.

Pumpkin

Pumpkin carving,But my wrists are starving;Starting To crack-Black like their gaping smilesThat fade to frowns in a little while;Why did he trick&treat at her house,And how's He gonna Michael Myers me,In the backFor her. When they're both in costume; clowns.And in all that I assume Their shit sure is brown-While I am the one with [...]

Men.

I was sixteen Riding in the back seat of sweet dreamsAnd he said I looked pristine With a big lean Into my mean, green Eyes. He figured he could fit between my thighs And use them to fulfill whatever highsThat lied within his lows. And soon as the candle blows, I was twenty Listening to [...]

Broken boards.

Coke?What a joke.You spoke of it as if you would neverAnd still chose it over me;Call that a sever.As for whores?You couldn't have loved them more."You was the only one,"And still i have all of the read receipts;Call that my glum,Auspicious, reality.For your spoken wordsHave become like broken boards-stuck in my feet.Still, you said everything [...]

Passenger.

I turn my head And imagine I'm your passenger -with a cheeky little grin. I melted into your words So few And yet I couldn't help myself. I tangled into you And stained your sheets,Though I made them;Call that the labor of My broken knuckles-And you? Drank through me Like I was a strainer Unable [...]

Silence;

He is silence,Sick to me that no one seesFrom this side of the lensThat I love him.For he doesn't waste awayHe does not expireAnd though he makes me waitHe lights my fire.

The destined truth.

Wrote all of my poems about you,Daffodil;With sheets torn-Like all of the forlorn days behind me.Now we meetThe destined truthRuthless as it may be-And you are always the muse.Fused toWhat you're used to"I was used too!"But it never made me blue asYour topaz eyes;Now I've realized my sizeIn the midst ofBeing missed by you,And nothing [...]

Sky above

At the crack ofMy unrequitedLoveI finally have your attention.I am a lilyArtI am caught up inAll that you are.So broadCharismaticOh godI may be an addictButYou've kissed my feetLike mistletoe,Clung to the sky above;You never knew you always knewHow to show me love.

Knots

Let's not speak on the pastIt was nasty thing.Where I always came in lastAnd you always knew how to stingHow to swingAnd hit the spotOr get your wingsJust to tie them in knots;Call that the most confusingPlotTwist-To exist,Where you existTo exitWhere you exitAnd if I'd known you'd be next itWould've changedEverything.