Nylon skirts and empty glasses


Through those shards of the window glass
Where she used to meet her morning love
In red, green, silly violets snd purples in diamond blues.
Where morning cups of coffees froze till
Their words dried out of silence.
A wind came into light through
The white painted door,
Swaying floralskirts in white and nylon, drinking the
Hot the yellow sun as she walked the dwey lawn.
She never cared in front of others
All left alone, inside a void.
She never cared, he left alone and
All of the sun’s love was in her cup.
In the shards of window glasses
Where the sun bruised it’s shade.
She wore nylon, drank from empty glasses
Danced up in circles and twirled
Till the sun set cold on her shoulder bone
And as the bedsheets set an empty trance
Of a long lost love
Of a long lost lover and her.


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Endings don’t matter


I know the ending
I clearly knows how the leaves rustles
I know the wind
It comes and it goes
But it stays too
And I’ve feel it
And all I think about the wind is
Not where it came
Nor where it went
But rather that it felt good.

You came
I know you will go
I know how it will end
I know you won’t be my side
To count the lanes of wrinkles down my eyes
To press my hands against the pillow
When it shakes
To count the leftover teeth by time
In my mouth,
You won’t be there.

But in this moment
I love you
And I know where this is going.
But you are here now,
You are here
And I see you
Smiling pretty
Looking at me like all the world
Cease to exist from now on
And only us matters.
So why should an ending matter
Because everything else is perfect now.


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It starts with an A


I am afraid of myself
For my name starts with A
Just like that in annihilation
And I was my own first victim,
With spool of truth that ties mouth
And tongue and love, the gritty teeth
Not so blind, biting on everything
From death to sheets of skin and
Touch that sees all including
You fool, you fool my dear.
I know you’re not in love with me.
You’re just in love with the part of me
That’s in love with you but
I’m more than that.

I am the sword which turns
The time too vain to too horrible
That cuts your skin and peels
The fleshes of your love until it’s
Pure Stark naked like a baby’s wings.
I am the fear on your face
When you see my book hit my desk
As sweat escapes my prisoner skin
Condensing to thin rotting air.
I am afraid of myself
For I know the capabilities of
My darkness, and it dares
Not to sleep, it rests
Upon the hammock of death, desperation and destruction
and then
I realizes that there’s a D in my name.
I rather not wake him and know
Who he is.


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No


When he comes into your room and
Slam the door and
Ask you to strip
You get up and say
The only the thing
That has been
Running through your head
For a while now.
You say no,
And when his voice
They raise
You gather the voice of your courage
Your self respect
And the word No
Falls out your mouth
Like an asteroid
Creating a crater
On his manliness.
And he demands it again
And he demands that he’s your boyfriend,
Your fiance, your husband
He repeats that you have done it before
And it’s nothing new,
He repeats that you aren’t an angel and
You aren’t pure.
And then you put your hand
In front of you
In front of his face
In the direction of these forced words
And you say No
Because a No means a No
And it will always mean a No
There is nothing more lurking
In between those two letters
There is no monster hiding
Underneath the bed but
There is a monster,
There is one standing in between
You and him
And you sheild yourself with a No
Because you aren’t a slave
And your body is yours
And because a No means a No.


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Stay


Stay! I haven’t said this to a lot of people

But whenever I said it, I ended up hurt

And all that stayed was the hurt

Until my eyes turned red

And my heart turned blue.

Stay! I now say these to my tears

Even they don’t listen

My only refugee is these dark rooms

They abandon me too when they find me toxic, when they want light.

Stay! I love you

Stay! I don’t

Stay! Don’t leave me

Stay! Please.

This is pretty sad, now close your eyes or leave.

I’m done asking for people to stay

Please leave.

Now don’t send me messages

Asking me to be positive,

Or saying that I’m selling agony,

I am not a merchant,

Well if I was I would have sold my dreams

Not my pain.

Now please don’t come asking me for help

Telling me that you love someone

I know that ain’t me

I’m never enough, I’ve heard this a lot.

I know I know, just close your mouth

I may not be beautiful, but I haven’t sold my self respect yet.

Like I said, I’m done asking people to stay,

Those who want to stay, will stay

Even if you ask or not

Those who want to love, will love

Even if you ask or not.

And the only person you want

To stay for you is you,

So you stay put with yourself.

And remember you’re beautiful

Just tell him to get lost.


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I glow


It blooms like a cut
In all its transient purple rigidity
And I lift my right foot
To see that my soul is hiding there
Away from the dark sores underneath my heart
Which takes up the place for my soul to reside.
My heart in my body
Like dandelion on fire
My eyes in it’s socket
Like sailor lost at sea.
I am disoriented
Like a bulb without tungsten
And yet I glow, glow in my face
Burning the left over oxygen
Consuming the last of my living breath.
My skin a sun kissed parchment
My body a used carboard box
I am a miracle in all its paper glory
My tangent cut square face
And a papier mache smile.
All a miracle in royal blue ink
And in all its paper glory.
I glow, glow in my face
Disoriented and with all it’s purple rigidity.


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