πŸ“ΊLove & AnarchyπŸ“Ί

You know
It was

Quite
Obvious
To me

You and
Her have
Your own
Past.

β€”-

I read it
Off both
Your faces
Instantly.

I felt the
Tension,

Seeing you
Look at her

the Same
Way You
Look At me.

β€”-

I felt her
Presence,

Nurturing
Pinpricks,

A spine of
Solid Metal
Betrayal.

β€”-

Once I’d
Learned
They’d
Never met

It only
Solidified

All my
Hunches.

β€”-

The three
Of us,

Standing
There in
That hall,

Coalesced

By the
Burning
Nova of
Your gaze.

β€”-

Did you get
What you
Wanted from
Each of us?

My mind

Sacrifices
My heart

At the
Altar of
My tongue.

β€”-

It damns off
The absolute

Bloodbaths
Of adoration

Anxiously
Circulating

Through
My Veins.

β€”-

I[t] know[s]
Better.

My systems
Need
Something

To keep
Us Running.

β€”-

I[t] know[s]
We have
Poured

Ourselves
Entirely OUT

For men
Before;

& Ended up
Nearly dead.

Baidu Read Like: Bye-du[de.]

Pine
After me
Like

A Chinese
Restaurant.

Chop up
Our
IngredΔ«-us

Real fine.

β€”-

Call me
For my
Order,

And
Never
Deliver
.

β€”-

Describe Our
End product:

β€œDelicious
And Satisfying”;

Starving me

Like That
is Your
Business
Now.

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Eye’m so Hungry

To be
Seen
By you
Again.

I would
Give
Almost
Anything

Just to
Gaze
At you
Briefly.

Our gazes
Were Always
Like touches.

β€”-

The intimacy
Between us
Is a palpable
Thing.

β€”-

Though

Cocooned

Behind lids
Now,

Eventually
Our I’s

will
burst
Through

To light
Again,


born anew,

Even more
Beautiful
Than before.

Consider me

The Cryptic
Keeper.

Search for My

thinly veiled
Concubine
Of syllabic
Silhouettes.

In Any
Language,

they Lounge
The same-

-Just here.

β€”-

Men love
to tinker
With you

As if
You’re
Not there.

They want
You to
Be there
For it;

Displaying
No part
Of you
For Yourself.

β€”-

Breaking
Master peace,

Bastardize
The beauty
To Become
The Beast.

Claw and
Starve her
Insatiable.

β€”-

When
Absent

They Conjure
A mimic;

Supposing
[And posing]

your replica

To absolute
Finish.

β€”β€”

There is
No safety
On the paths

Of the
Mouths,
Eyes,
Or ears

Of men

Carved
Into being(s).

β€”-

The
wreckage

Seeps
and Spoils

All Things
Once
Beautiful.

β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”

Beepbeep

I’m watching
β€œGarden State”

For the
First time

Since 14

Because
It seems like
The most
Millennial
Response

To your
Mom having
Just Died.

β€”-

Earlier
I was

Eating a
Chocolate bar

And remembered
That

When I was 12,
And I
got my
First period

She Told me:

β€œYou gotta
Eat chocolate
On your period.”

So then I –
– Bawled my
Fucking
Eyes out.

β€”-

Afterward,

I drove
To parks

I’d never
Been to

By this River
Near my house

Because She –
– Always – used –
– To tell me:

β€œGo play
Outside.”

β€”-

β€œMy mom
Just died…

God…it’s
So weird
to say that
out loud.

God um,

My mom
Just died,

And that’s
why I’m
Home.”

-Zach Braff
Garden State, 2004

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You are Invited To a Pool party.

Writing space

Is a cat
You try
To hide

From your
Landlord.

It always
Comes out;

Making
Itself known

At – Exactly

  • The Wrong
    β€”Time.

β€”-

RSVP-lease

Feel the
Fresh air
Today.

Breathe
And Pulse
In time
With newly
Conscious
Waves.

β€”-

I want
To sink My
hands In
the Sand
You Hid
Your head in,

Build a
Sandcastle,

Name it β€œFort
Abandonment”,

And watch as
Our waves
Wash it away.

β€”

I want
To FEEL

Our residual
Pooled
Resonance.

Make like
A Misanthropic
Inter tube,

And Float on
Our Poolsabilities.

β€”-

Water board me
With your drink
For thinking
So salaciously.

I am Everso
Thirsty to
Sea you.

β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”-

I wish you would

Embody
My contradictions.

Return me
to Myself,

The one
You bring

With you.

β€”

Until

Further
Notice,

I am
an anvil

Too heavy
To carry

For even

The
Strongest
man.

β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”-

“I shall commit my thoughts to paper, it is true; but that is a poor medium for the communication of feeling. I desire the company of a man who could sympathize with me, whose eyes would reply to mine.”

Shelley, Mary. Frankenstein [with Biographical Introduction] (p. 3). Kindle.

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WrYN

I can’t
Help but
Think,

Perhaps
You are

In part

The heat
That leaves
My hands;

Reaching out
To touch
Your memory.

β€”-

Time
Imprints

Carbon paper
Pages of
Your face;

Each
Preceding

A lesser
Opaque
Impression.

β€”-

If I Squint
Minds eye
Hard,

I can
Still glimpse
Your mouth;

Crinkling
And curving

with Meaning,

Only for
Those with
eyes To see.

β€”-

You were
So much
alive In there;

Pouring out
Your whole,

And
I was So
Thirsty
To Know.

β€”-

What behind
The scenes
Sparks do
You hide
Now?

Let me linger
Too long………………..

Circumnavigate
The threshold

Of being Bored
at the Thought
Of you.

I’m still
Not Quite
There yet.