(2015)
I once felt the sensation to Rapture, hence this poem. It was fun to feel like I was being Raptured
Has a road to it. For the living and the dying, for the distinct sensation of convenience and order. We live by convenience.
Don’t you know that I tried my best to capture exuberance of life in my breast. Hope defined,
And the others withhold experience from me. So that I sit, and stare,
At first, I was the reveling masq… In a dozen wanton nights, with a lack of fright for social a… I sought to receive. I sought to breath
A heart of sadness, on a spectators’ pilgrimage to the regions of the unknown. I wish I knew. I wish I could recuperate.
The tower of Babel was destined to fall not because of the wrath of God, but the hatred
In front of the eager class stood the fool who had been hand-picked by the professor to share
Life to me is covered by a velvet sheet, suffocating me with rich fabric and delicate dreams.
Creating, condemning, piercing my skin with a rough sketch, tattoo ink and a clueless reminder found within every pore.
Modern day ennui, for the daily malady my true self is hidden, see? Yet Holy Spirit set me free. I am guilt-ridden,
I swear if I have to read one more poem of someone cutting themselves I’m going to cut myself. Really deep.
She was my little nymph Unaware of it but something I onl… The love legendary in moments beyo… as I close my faithful eyes to fin… I feel awake as my mind pushes my…
It’s loud here. Friday darkness, with voices clamoring over the clinking of plates and utensils.
I have seen my own death, it isn’t pretty. My face as a corpse is unkempt. It’s ok, I wasn’t perfect. It is strange,
Oh how I wish my talent with words were like that of a painter with color and dimension.