I’ve decided not to write a poem today, and instead I wanted to talk to you. Though it might not bring you any meaning or any type of entertainment, my conversing with you that is, but I’ve written a fair share amount of poetry this month so I thought it might be time for indulgence.…
She had ribbons eroded into her skin Feint lines of marred patches that line up with the despair you see deep into her eyes It sickens me just thinking about it She used to whisper those tears made it sound as if she was drowning It's like dying, dying but…
Things never went smoothly That stabbing in my chest couldn’t go away darling not at any cost Every single time I closed my eyes I still saw those olive ones could pinpoint every single speckle beige or chartreuse Those irises flickered as much as your blues I…
I’ve missed you coming into my dreams like this That silver tongue of yours could cut me like a summoning Strip me down until I’m reveling on wicked knees My sobs of worship a benison for your praise
There was something in the air that day sharp violets tinged with hunger It dripped from her lips Plum puddles riddled with lust skating off the cusps of her folds That vessel could drown you Nearly besiege you Form itself into a fountain with two-legged pillars encasing that…
I had stayed up late last night with my mother. She was drinking her bitter decoction, a hypocrite I am because my glass mirrors hers, but when she gets exceptionally plastered she goes on about telling versed memoirs. Last night it had been about her father. An acidic man with an absent mind and a…
She reminded me of poetry of soft angel lips dusted with peonies Eyelashes framed over high cheekbones the color of the finest mahogany I could remember every detail perfectly The way she lured me in dug her claws into the very essence of my being I felt her touch…
I’ve tried darling how I’ve tried - to change my handwriting Just the other day a woman told me you scrawl gauchely She had uttered with her lisp I’ve sat here trying to ignore that thought because you are left handed
Crying has come easier for me now than it was before. I would have hoped to feel nothing. To stare up at my ceiling silently, something striking along those lines, but all I feel now is that loneliness seeping into my bones. It welcomes me, much like one would embrace a…
Those feathers were longer than life stretched out in a way that could brush along the tendrils of death himself Hera had mused to me one night with spite on her tongue lips thick with malice and tone dripping of mirth Cunning as she was whilst spinning a sirens song to…
You said Get up darling, what are you so afraid of? Rejection? That couldn’t hurt anymore than what he did to you Go on darling, pick up that pencil show me your troubles What makes you laugh? What makes your eyes crinkle up when you think no one else…
You can always tell when a book has been read or not It has that smell of intention Stark and deep that makes you want to feel their memories Sense the emotions that fly by with the words That’s my favorite portion Trying to guess which part made…
He had two left feet one for him and one of mine That axis would stop spinning every time he would enclose his hands around me
I don’t look at her as I walk away Much like I did to him Unlike him I can feel the pain from you feel it as if it were my own It settles in my bones in my nerves engraving itself on every inch of my skin The…
Hate is invigorating isn’t it darling? You can taste it, can’t you? I can taste it That white hot sensation spreading in my lower belly absolute loathsome at dirt-rotten hair Words that twist in my head like a pretty little rose vine those thorns cutting into my skin…
Éloa 