English Poetry
English Poetry · 14. May 2024
One choice and another Are pieces of skin. They leave an aftertaste: It's acid, It's sweet: Just drops to glass to skin. Out the window There's uncertainty Caressing me: Scratch to skin Simply One soul or the other: A choice. Rainy blessing, Open mouth, Drink up! The air stings: Beams and shudders to skin. For one and each other, We thoroughly thrive through it. Occasionally another Beloved doubt. Remember: Alone there is absence of skin. So we remain, Pressing cornered mouths Against the...
English Poetry · 14. May 2024
My favorite color is in the tingling palms Of an adventurous teen, It is the ashes our passions rise from. My favorite color Is the gloomy gaze of a man, Piercing through my shaking heart. But my favorite color is also The silky embrace I then fall into, The healing nature of relentless truth, Of beauty in darkness. My favorite color is the blood Rising up in your chest on a stage, It is the strength pumping through you And it is war And it is death. My favorite color is blindness. And this is...
English Poetry · 14. May 2024
When I am paper, Torn and moving in the wind, There is shelter. The desire to exist In this only place Not yet filthy with my ink, Or rather so full of it, My eyes have adopted the view, Like silent curses Tattooed onto my hands. I am paper. Paper-thin, persistent purity. The railings in this place Have seen intruders like me For so long, They look like old men. And their wooden skin is peeling off, Becoming paper in the wind, Starved of humanity , So they search for meaning on my hands. In...
English Poetry · 22. April 2024
The bed was so large, It spread underneath my legs Like an ocean Growing into a psychedelic space Of phantasms. Or maybe I was just small. The music was so loud, I felt my ears thrilling to sounds of silence On the bed, And I was rarely alone: I had my solitary reflection, Or maybe I was just weak. When my mum would kiss me goodnight, I didn't stop reading Until her screams filled the room, And so my eyes adopted the dark. I learned how to read While I was fragile and blind. I held the most...
English Poetry · 22. April 2024
Ashes feel cold when scrunched up in a fist. Every step goes ahead Of it's past one And makes the snow fall harder: A warm cover for the bliss. And since déjà-vus don't exist, I am left alone with hypocrites. I'm not as shameful, when you kiss me, Frosty lips down my hips And the saliva is dripping Into snowy, dirty puddles (of ink). Shall we inscribe this As growing up? I freeze my nails off In my fist And watch the beautiful, empty People by my side. Wouldn't the elder be happy To bathe in...
English Poetry · 22. April 2024
Evergreen your smile. Toxic green waste in your teeth, Smile unconditionally, Irreparably. Unsettling evergreen ideas Slither up and down Your soothing teeth.
English Poetry · 21. April 2024
Us Making sure We left the Quiet Hum of The moment hung upon the walls, The ceiling An empty shadow of Death. Is Whispering Winter Not A flame To the Heart ?
English Poetry · 21. April 2024
How could I prefer The sun's violence ? The body has righteous ways Of washing itself clean, Until there is but soothing white. I selfishly believe in The promise, Humanity is cleared away, Crouching under The knee-deep surface. And the soul Let's its feet dangle From the verge of rebirth In the calmness Of a season So forgivingly dead. How would I compare myself To the summer's burns, When I am but The tender wish for hypothermia ?
English Poetry · 21. April 2024
I loved The beautiful phantasms You abused for hating me To a state beyond insanity. There was chaos I loved so ceaselessly, I believed no foreign touch Could diminish My unrequited loving For your hateful, Passionate craft, That I only had the chance to see once, But it pierced through my lungs, Until I was convinced, The act of breathing Was causality of love. I am liberated In the shell of tender arms You were incapable of giving. There's insanity In the recurring thought That even your hate...
English Poetry · 14. September 2022
To devour you, my love. Inhale, inject, impregnate Your filth placed on my tongue, Pedantically seasoned With various diseases, A cure for you, my love. Wobbly tumor chest To digest By a little girl: The flesh of a pig Must be fed with pearls. And praying to your name above, We hover. Ripping, dipping Each other's folds With our teeth. Only souls intertwined in my stomach Will make our rotten bodies steam. To suggest a deal for you, my love I'll suck all your torture in, Bones scratching...