All I can hope for

All I can hope for is everything to come together and it has to be on its own. I really hope it will without me trying so goddamned hard to do it. But I wish I could bump it in the right direction.

i hate rhyming, why does this rhyme?

there are secrets hidden within hearts
that only need a gentle push to restart
there are words of sincerity
that won't be said, they are a rarity

there are so many things
things unclear
but alas, they exist
so embrace them, my dear

dancing on tripwire

(these were written seperately, but somehow, I feel like they were meant to be together.)


dancing on tripwire
tumbling through minefields
her life is an hourglass
pushed to the edge of the table

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she laughed as the world burned around her
dancing naked among the ashes
kicking her feet in the air,
spraying the sky with dust
her arms outstretched
beckoning armageddon.

Proveyer of words

(here's one of my latest pieces, it's a slam poem, so, it might be formatted a little odd, because of how it's spoken outloud)

I am not the most masterful, fantastical proveyer of words
I am merely a vessel, a transubstantiating vessel
Contained by flesh, skin and bone, meat to speak
speak and be heard they once said, well all of them are now dead,
dead along with dreams, one I half-remember, even
maybe something about ballet shoes, a tutu, a dress…
but, I digress.
I do not create
create would be to procreate, masticate and reverberate
reverberate the syllables, the dialogue, the diction,
Don’t forget the hyperbolic friction!
It isn’t about the words
Las idiomas que…
Oh English, I’d say is my forte
but then again, I’d have to say
I’m not the best proveyer of words.

soul-less smile

I wish I could be your pretty little doll
wrapped up not only in cloth but patience
and determined to please you
with a soul-less smile.
Because I've never been that porcelein figure
nor have I seen myself ever become one
or become one.
Because what you want
is a trophy
who sits on the shelf and smiles
smiles and smiles all day
and you feel like you put that smile there
and only take me out
on a rainy day.

untitled

I try so hard
only to fall down again
hitting every stair on the way down.

They say blood is thicker than water.
I beg to differ.
Gasoline is definitely thicker
and lights much easier.

silver

we are, silver
our bond, hidden
beneath half-smiles and half-lies
truth revealed only out of necessity
and perhaps love.
we are the quiet sufferers
will we leave our warm, comfortable dens
for the coldness that we knows awaits.
we know who we are.