I hate who I am when I’m around you. I really do. It’s barely been twenty-four hours and I’m fourteen again. Remember when I used to hide? In size I am far too large to manage the enclosed spaces. I don’t want to go back to then. I’m tired of metaphors and analogies. My head [...]

New.

I am at the nadir, striving for a glimpse of the life of a polymath.
I thought I caught a strand of it
waving about in the air
but it was just an adage, floating around my head
perhaps in it.
Nothing more.
Nothing less.
I am secrets and lies and discrepencies.
I am buried beneath a sea of bantering giants, crushing [...]

oh what julia represents.

ambiguous in her desire, she swept
into the sky in an auspicious manner.
imagine venus, spindled together.
altogether winsome. that was her.
as though taunting me,
the butterfly began to pirouette around me.
oh to be in such a spirit.
tiny scales and kaleidoscopic,
varicolored beating hearts.
wings of impression but in symbolism,
with the practicality
of flight.
american lady, silverdrop, cloudywing—
either which she is,
julia was once [...]

Explosive mechanical.

Yesterday, Pheromone girl, with her vacillating magnetism
leapt out of her heart, for a short, transitory moment.
But just as swiftly as she had let fly on hands, feet and knees,
She crawled right back in.

The misconceptions of oblique on-lookers

Why oh why should I depart for your gardens of fay, when you cringe when you hear my tale? When you flush when I digress, when I impress, when I stress. You ask, ‘how shall I wake you from your slumber, shall I name the ways? Open your heart to me, dulcet one. You are [...]

Plastic rose ragdoll

You— set a virus in my skin. I am sienna and gold, and lavender and brass. I am the fragrance on the back of your neck, etched into a synthetic tattoo sighing our mathematical equation. You and I are not ellipsoidal. Erase the surface area. Shade over my scent with the syrup of her cordovan [...]

i don’t think that you could ever understand.

if i told you
this is what i was thinking
that waking is a task alone
and maybe
i just would rather
not
they would practice speeches
attempt to let me unlearn what i have learnt;
the truth
indisputably
no therapy can change about this,
this
this
this
me
anomalism
malformation
expendable.

onetwothree(istillhateme)

i was lying when i said i was stronger than this.

I wander the night alone.

I will admit to this- in surly candour
there is no
earthquake
heartquake
heartshake
heartache
lovecake
lovemake
lovetake
break (for my own sake)
inside my chest.
But maybe, for once,
I wish there was.
I wish not for more trauma to my insides
perhaps it’s true what they say
there are too many trying to get in,
I’m suffocating in, a little bit.
I use no artifice, no stratagem.
I will not attempt [...]

disillusioned

the non-attendance of my own self has been dually noted
I have a tendency to be wary of discerning reveries with reality, as it strikes a fear into my very cold bones
many a nights when I rouse midst the dead of the dark
I find myself stretching from one reality to another-
vocalized with the deliberate, compliant veracity [...]