Sea of men

Trying to find you among them in this march that doesn’t stop each shoulder that turns around; a different face Not you Not you Not you Sea of pain floating here sinking in rain

Dear fruit fly

I understand you, you freakin fly, I can’t believe that I’m me and you’re a speck of dust in air but somehow I’m moved by you and when one is moved, they understand the pain that one is going through, and it’s called love never mind who… what you are what matters is this process

The epitome of art

Making love with a soulmate in an art museum No room for pain, just ever flourishing love, love, and more love The epitome of art

Pain and love

You believe in pain and love But I don’t believe in pain and love I walk a billion miles down the desert road, bare feet cracked with the hard tar And bogging through the sand, dying with the sweat Sucking out of me like vacuum Left with skin that shrivels and rusts under the sun

Baby daddies

Looking back, I think about all the guys who could have been Like that guy in my high school Who quietly carried my backpack for me, while I was in-between lightheadedness From blood loss and menstrual pain And loneliness  

Warning–Graphic picture. I’m sorry.

I’m so sorry my dearest… who ever’s done this to you. I hate the world on days like this.

Diffuse apart with you

Yearning Is a wish to be free There’s a lot of pain, and you slowly die in the process It’s as if you no longer have control over yourself And all your molecules; all the pieces of love that make you diffuse into the ground, as you sink in I can’t gather you, wrap my

Love from the inside

You’re a lover of beauty, but I absolutely love it when you draw ugly things. It’s like dissecting through me and tantalizing on the hideousness, unevenness, asymmetries, quirks, faults and mistakes. It’s gutting my pain, and somehow finding a hidden rainbow From splatters of chaotic colors. I love it when you see it; these bursts

Swimming in sparkling yellow

Swimming in diluted pain Swimming in circular, swirling colors Swimming with you, paralyzed Traveling with the ocean tides Immersed in sweet delights That turn acidic Floating with moss, floating in yellow green Immersed in bubbles, palpitating wishes and dreams Stuck in liquid, dragging, lifting Still in silent mid space Numb, gazing Feeling of love Swimming

Relationship in hell

She sat across from him before a small, round dinner table that was made for two at a restaurant. Strings of romantic little white lights glittered behind her. The atmosphere loomed with delicate sounds of live piano music. He was mesmerized by her smile, or was it her warm eyes? He couldn’t decide. Nevertheless, she

Just keep swimming

Hot air nags and tugs the burning skin. Just cut through all the nonsense and dive in. Power swim across this deceivingly peaceful shark tank. Plunge away from every little thing. Rinse away the pain and the anxiety. Motor your way through life. Just keep swimming. Swim for survival. Swim to breathe. Swim to finally