Posted in life, love, Poetry

Masterpiece

Nothing sexier
than the way a pen writes,
its strokes
slide so smoothly over lines and angles;
Gliding confidently around circles and curves.

Skipping over letters
and slopes
tiptoeing calmly
through numbers and punctuation.

How powerfully it dots i’s,
how brusquely it crosses t’s…

Sinking deep into
and between the lines,
So expressively it conveys
the writer’s vibe
moment to minute.

Fluctuation in frequency
slightly alters
each hump, bump, twirl, curlicue, arc,
dip, loop, point, and tip…

I’m imagining
your hands caressing my body
your tongue having its ways with my curves –
navigating my silhouette;

You holding me,
touching me,
sculpting me –
A glowing magnum opus;

You appreciating me
like I’m the greatest masterpiece
you’ve ever written.

Posted in life, Poetry

Kitnap

I was gonna update my blog

with all my new poems

but the kitten decided she wanted to help

and now I guess

I’ll update later

because I can’t bring myself

to wake her.

Posted in life, Poetry, Random

Shots Fired

Firing shots at the world,

taking them in long strides

fiery bullets

that warm my chest

and numb my thoughts

suspending them like snowfall

at midnight.

Just pour me over the stars

and crystallize these precious moments

before time melts [them all] away.

Posted in life, Poetry

Hotbox

full steam ahead

hotbox me in the shower

watching my sweat drip

and run down the drain…

my ย body releasing

the day’s struggle.

Breathing

never came easier,

set my mind free.

Posted in life, Poetry

Drag & Drop

Sometimes I wish

I could erase pain

with the same ease I delete files

from my computer;

Quickly, and without even thinking about it,

Getting it out of my sight,

drag & drop that shit away from me.

Yeet…

But if it were that easy

my memory banks would draw blanks

and my drives would be empty;

My most memorable successes

always come from

overcoming struggle.

 

18 October 2020
Posted in life, love, Poetry

Spelling Tests

I feel it when you’re spelling my name;

Trying to bend me to your will.

Keep me stagnant

glass is easier to shatter when held still.

I feel you drawing my own whims against me,

thinking you’ll scatter me to the winds.

I know you want me to succeed

only in making you happy

and plod along or completely fail

at all else.

You’d rather I know your name much better

than I do myself.

And you’re not the only one – from many directions

do these slighted attempts come.

Control,

in control

but you have none for your own self…

No, it’s from all those around you

whose lives remain in your stealth.

It’s not love, or kindness, you seek in others;

But total destruction of the meek, and their brothers…

And how dare you offend kismet

Gorging your strength of perception

on another’s weaknesses.

Enemies always linger –

No one notices the snake until after

it’s already bitten their finger.

 

06 October 2020
Posted in life, Poetry, Self-discovery and growth

Imposture

Can’t keep up,

can’t back down –

Speak optimistically

internally I frown

because maybe I’m doing too much,

though it feels I do little;

As such,

I quickly lose focus

and get to feeling quite bogus.

All of this feels…wrong

I feel like I just don’t belong:

Not even wanting to fit in

I just want to celebrate

my small wins…

Instead of beating myself up for

not conquering the entire mountain.

Scaling for score;

Still feeling there should be more.

Either something’s missing

Or I’m missing something.

Trade tears

For fears

I’m posturing

to hide my bad posture…

Tripping over self-doubt

Self-confidence won’t

come into the out.

I can’t figure out why

I kill myself

hoping to die…

In competition with only me,

shadows are always hard to see.

I’ve nothing to prove

to anyone’s roster –

incessant syndrome on the move.

One day, maybe,

I’ll feel less of an

impostor.

October 4, 2020

Posted in life, Poetry

Failed Humility

I undercut

and underestimate so much

about myself

I’ve started to believe

my own lies –

And try to convince other people

to believe them too.

I don’t much like my own voice,

or handwriting

and so in [topics of] discussion,

I tell others that

they aren’t much;

Often, they tend

to disagree

as I should also,

but somehow never really get past

petty self-deprecation.

October 4, 2020