ammarahconquest letting you in was what made breaking so easy trojan were your claims yet i say come, i say- maim – trash i hope you find love in used cigarettes in embers that lit and never digressed in candy wrappers rubbed with cocaine and crushed pop cans that all sing my name – manic […]
in our time we were art bold brushstrokes on pulled canvas awaiting paint and the artist’s practice vermillion, scarlet, and blood-red hues i was fire and flame unset embers to your ocean eye, seafoam night sky blues and as mixed as the palette did become acrylic and oil are not symbiotic mediums […]
one day we’ll have an apartment. i’d pick out too many cushions and want mirrors on every wall you’d pretend to be bothered but wouldn’t mind at all we’d hold up paint chips at Benjamin’s like movie couples do and i would re-realize how much i love blue we’d squeege windows and […]
it’s raining in june and it makes me hate you hate your tearstained cheeks and engraved umbrella a stupid gift from your grandma but you got me one too the way water rolls down my window in rivulets that know to imitate the patterns they made down the glass of the Chevy with […]
she knew i hated jukeboxes but she bought me one anyway let the radio run and filled the silence like a fridge’s steady thrum she’d sing while sudzing and argued in the shower her reflection holding its own she’d buy those obnoxious poppers the ones that spewed fetti’ bits and bursts of […]
tw: death, loss, self-harm, and suicide (generally non-explicit) i’d begin my vigil on your birthday and stay till the grass becomes matted and wilts unto itself as leaves, snow, and sun befall stone i’d trace the letters of your name till grey grooves deepen and lean into my touch i’d mouth your […]
(Spoken Word Piece) if i don’t see a tomorrow tell me now. if daybreak’s golden gleam doesn’t meet my mossy green eyes tell me now. please i’d write it in my will but you know the drill i’d already be well acquainted with these bugs and beetles seven feet beneath your […]
if i do not live to see freedom that spans Jordan to the Mediterranean Sea my final prayer is this i hope you remember, the first drag of that thick pipe lodged between your yellowed teeth the acrid smoke and sting that clung to lungs, graying from within laughs you shared with the […]
a spoken word when i become history show them my life not the prized poem about peace or the winning game goal but the nights with no sleep the fever dreams with white-out slashed scrawls the low bouts and bottomless doubt the tries and fails in perfect pirouettes repetition that make regrets […]
a sonnet in thy clearing laden with lavender decays lonely my heart in your basket my fresh crimson blood marks this calendar of the day you stole my priceless casket sweet breeze ruffles thy locks, dreamy caress yet your love is dark wine, never plenty eyes wander far, yet your hand shan’t digress roses […]