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
a task.
I wish you’d return and
fill my bed again.
I tossed and turned
I might as well have wept.
My eyes are tired
my soul is drained.
I think I’ll stay awake
until your return.
(Source: cultusfeles)
as the winds get cold
it makes me wonder
what chemicals to try
this year.
this time in the night
what we bring to life
it makes my lips quiver
as the music evolves.
opening portals in the walls
I suddenly have no control
until your body finds mine and
all gravity returns to its fields.
and you rush me along
until we become one in a trance
I see all the lights
opening up my eyes.
Lines on the page
like bars of a cage
which only enough words
shall lead to my escape.
I find myself here
often days which
I fall from my bed to the floor.
My muscles have
grown weak
fore I never leave.
Who would
in a a paradise,
such as my own.
And softly I convince
myself that these
bars bring comfort
after all.
So shall I hide
only to gaze through
topside windows.
(Source: cultusfeles)
today I saw a woman
pulled over to the side of the road
she was looking at the beauty
most failed to bestow.
yesterday I wished I danced
on the graves of many beautiful souls
but instead I only sat and wept
for you to make your way home.
(Source: cultusfeles)
Claustraphobic
but I’ve got plenty of room.
I was not feeling well.
All the walls feel dreary
like the people inside.
I know they’ll never
call my name
but I keep expecting it
anyway.
Why would you accept
this from them
and not me?
My muscles feel tense
even when I relax.
My organs may be
made of lead
as heavy as I’m feeling.
Chemical changes
and my body stays.
My heart is heavy and
beating loud
although it feels as if
there’s no oxygen in
my veins.
Maybe if I correct the
natural process
and bring the air
directly to my veins
maybe I could
breathe again.
(Source: cultusfeles)
Yet I have yet to finish one thought
with corrected punctuation.
What am I feeling?
Only craving stale cigarettes.
I’ll write a letter and send it to no one,
relieving myself of all regrets.
My bones feel so tight
like they’ve been wrapped in a bind
Controlled by how often
my teeth clench.
I wish the wind would make some noise
and circulate this air
as stale as my cigarette.
I bleed from my ears
but only when I sleep.
I told you I wouldn’t
listen to anything.
Must we retire and rest
such sore eyes
only if my
lobe desires.
(Source: cultusfeles)
Speckled with insanity
My feet still feel the gravity
Have I lost
yet there was never
much to be won.
I hate to admit
you’ve always had
on up on me.
The sun sets behind my street
it rises beyond the platelets
of earth reaching up to the sky.
I think that’s west
but I prefer everything
to go my way.
And the sunset makes
the water shimmer
like no diamond
emerald or crystal.
(Source: cultusfeles)
I’m washing steel walls just to pass the time.
I asked you to pass me the chemicals but now
I am only surrounded by my own back choices.
My heart broke when you sang your song.
You touched me because you told me
you just needed to live
and I felt it when you said
I just want to be alive.
These songs are to beautiful for me to dance.
I keep glancing over my shoulder
as if I had some kind of chance.
Maybe if the sun sets in the eastern skies tonight
you will begin to listen to the dendrites
and maybe if love is like a baggie full of fun
we could learn to be together like
Marian and Robin Hood.
I’d like to take you out tonight
if you’d allow me to do so.
I’d like to tell you how the light
always makes you glow.
(Source: cultusfeles)
I can see your shirt has worn just where you rest your back.
I wonder how far we must float until you notice the paddle back.
The windows let in light but I can’t say I wouldn’t prefer a gaping hole in the wall.
It lets in light and a warm summer breeze just exactly the same.
The bugs just walk in but I’d invite them if they didn’t.
And into the flowers we follow to nap
And fuss up our hair.
Beg you to stay for a cup of tea,
Ask you to join me for a cigarette.
My heart has at least enough blood to keep us afloat for at least a week
or six.
I hope you have a light because I’m not sure I can spark up the night with just the chemistry flowing.
(Source: cultusfeles)