there twasn't lights breaking
embarrassment
no, there is illusions of daybreak
i sieve knowing seas, lasting songs
columned bridges dangling low
on lustless ships
deserting grips
guilty spectacles, hived
crustaceous criminals
devouring sadness
bells fasting to rebuild glowing hours casting
italian imperialists
hunting burning forests with wine
liberated toddlers taunting grandfathers
inside of ticking guillotines
burning pouches of mothers milk
Categories:
lustless, voyage, wine, wisdom,
Form: Free verse
Ah, to love again, rekindle lustless flame
too long allowed to fade in embered chill
renew within my heart forever's name
empty the space that only she can fill.
Oh, heart, how long the cold has had its way
smothering the warmth of touch or sight
imprisoning in endless gateless gray
love's gentle breeze adrift upon the night.
Must I, in solitude, accept this fate
resign myself to acquiescent fear
or rise and in my solitude orate
in whispered penitence into her ear.
Oh, love, would you embolden me once more
imbue me with the fervor of thy flame
admit that she's the one I so adore
and whisper to myself my lover's name.
1/25/2021
Categories:
lustless, feelings, love,
Form: Verse
ambitionisagame
gameofur mind
dey hv taught you
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insecurity
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cars n girls n mansions
guns n diamonds n bastions
u wontbhappy
deris no end to numbers'}
itsall bout dem baaby
notu weneedtogo
remember thou thoust and all
time is a changing
deathof d sonnet
lessgo
lie by d side of d sea
countin listess waves
huggin lustless kissin
n wipin our tears away
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POETRY
Categories:
lustless, allusion,
Form: I do not know?
let us go fly away evaporate
lie by the side of the sea counting
listless waves hugging the rocks
lustless kissing and wiping our tears away
stranger kissed me
salvation to lips
my nose bled the red spread to the sea
nobody knows about a thing
Categories:
lustless, romance,
Form: I do not know?
On that day I first opened my eyes,
The fourth of June, the month you despise.
I saw the tears, your blubbering lies,
your hate-filled speech as you curse the skies.
I was your baby, innocent and pure,
You saw a demon and a need for cure.
So you yell and I plead,
You burn and I bleed.
Am I to blame for your lustless lives?
My birth not flowers, but a bed of knives?
You're in pain, I can see,
But please mom. Don't hurt me.
Categories:
lustless, child, mom, pain,
Form: Rhyme