Bright lights put me in a trance,
but it ain't house music
that makes me wanna dance.
Scorpio | Lesbian | Poet | Colorado | 20
i say nigga too much
Are my interests even relevant at this time?
I look around
but I’ve already
knocked everything
off the walls.
And they’re staring back at me, blank solitude.
Maybe there is
something else
I can share
with you.
(Source: cultusfeles)
My heart is aching
and it transfers to my bones
coiling around my muscles.
I am not sure what to do
as I am not even sure
of where I stand.
Eyes grow heavy
knees grow weak
the sun is setting behind me.
(Source: cultusfeles)
Collapse on cool tiles
as heat overwhelms my body
for no particular reason
Beads of moisture collect on my brow
and roll down the small of my back
for no particular reason
No thoughts in my mind
just light and sound
racing across my consciousness
overwhelming my body
for no particular reason
As the heat subsides
my body is drenched
and shivers
Naked
Neurosis
on the bathroom floor
for no particular reason
it’s winter and I feel like
I’m buried alive
in cold air and books
and eyelids
(Source: cultusfeles)
Aches in my body
are only thoughts in my mind
manifesting.
I never walk outside
though I can smell
the fresh oxygen
in your hair.
I sometimes wonder
but no one ever
seems to mind.
I move my mouth
but you still
keep talking.
Two steps closer
one step back.
I wish you would
come closer than that.
(Source: cultusfeles)
.here we lie
only dust rises
when i clear my throat
the sun speckles my skin
beaming through an attic window
is it just past sunrise or
is it nearly sunset?
i couldn’t care if i tried
this weather makes me
want to smoke cigarettesz
ink fills the page
i am still left bitter
I should write a poem
about this or that or you or her
but I rarely ever do.
Sometimes when you do things,
like smile
like breathe
like watch tv
I take a look at you and I think
I should write a poem about that
just what I’m seeing
just what I’m feeling
just as it is.
Break the moment
all in order to capture it
or hold on
and just live in it.
As the cat climed over the top of
the jamcloset first the right forefoot
carefully then the hind stepped down
into the pit of the empty flowerpot
We real cool. We Left school. We
Lurk late. We Strike straight. We
Sing sin. We Thin gin. We
Jazz June. We Die soon.
I have only one thing to tell you tonight,
i am never going to let this go.
I will spend the rest of my life,
watching the fire turn to soot.
I will spend the rest of my life,
watching the leaves falter to man made rust.
I have never let myself free
not even when my bones turn to dust.
The walls are listening,
but I haven’t much to say.
The walls are listening,
“How are we supposed to escape this place?”