The ink within white sheets are blood in their eyes, As wounded I’m not but bleeding to death, As small I am better than now when I’m worse, And livelier world in heavenly curse; Now critical aims in burning abode As footprints no more, no walking in gold But traces of blurry whispering soul Without […]
My lips mouth words I’ve never known I could fart from eating too much words Of people I’ve never known ever existed Till your existence reminded me I should know And that’s one thing I like about you Your presence is ethereal ghost A vision of what could not be Yet brings to life what […]
My fingertips hold on to this sharp, inked knife Which draws blood as I draw these thoughts of mine In voiceless screaming words that I Have kept hearing in my mind.
Why do we try holding on to words As invisible as ghosts slipping through fingers, Trying to catch the glimpse of truth, With a bleeding cup? You see, it’s been proven how Love and hate are nothing more than Nerves that explode in a rebel mind, Cells nurtured by a flesh Exposed in countless sunrise, […]
If I ever lay in a deathbed built upon too much caffeine and lack of sleep The words from my lips will reflect the images of a past Seen through a sunglasses in the summer sun Fearing the heat of the truth will burn me in my last days But these memories from a mother’s […]
Poems speak peculiarly They lie, but ever truthfully; They curse, but ever faithfully; They scream, but ever silently; They hurt, but ever gracefully; Ending, living endlessly, Repeating in the memory, While somewhat hoping hopelessly, Reality and fantasy.
Spewing flares of random words While sitting in my personal cloud In a bedroom of dreams In sheets of memories Where I am young enough Without having to spend Old enough Without giving a fuck In the middle of nowhere Inside my dozing off Wandering in my head With nothing in my mind Retracing footprints […]