A few poems i've written

[Beholder_fod]

My friends and their likeness,
melancholy dullness I call dreams,
tiny whispers in a pestered mind,
that multiplies in vagueness
In a box, in a room, by myself
tears are siphoned from ecstasy
while a lovely maiden knocks at my door
Teetering halfway in, I admit it,
all I want to do is f**k her
Paint smears on an empty canvas,
brazen strokes direct a myriad of color
“Like a rainbow,” Maiden speaks
I ask if my utensils may touch her
A warm canvas of beauty,
collects paint like dew


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Start?

They choose (and pull) to drag
I choose (and pull) to look away
I am no fool per say –
I’m just not happy here today

The sky eclipses
Moon over sun like origami paper
A fold, a crease…a tear
Suddenly my eyes burn hot
I’m thrust into despair

I am a fool, at least I’m told
Yet that’s what I’d tell me too
I’m a smudge left on canvas
Left to leave the piece askew

So if I run (and reach) anywhere
Or dance (and fall) with you
Can my memories be potent?
Because I’d like to start anew


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Emerging taintless from the vapors
Pigeon-nosed and eyebrows narrowed
Jaw line creased and cheeks flushed
Scandalously proceeding towards
That noble something…

I encounter my lust

Legs crossed and posture steady
A manuscript of this and that’s
Wedged tightly in a manila folder
Posed like a hidden tiger
Ready to leap from the brush

I relinquish my thoughts

Taking a step forward I reach out my hand
And present an eager palm
Only to be desensitized by the reign of my perversion
And all its primitive jaunts

I assume I am lost

I start a petty conversation
Asking why I’m left in the dark
To everything that compiles my character
I ask why I’m lonely
Absurd
Starving and depressed
I ask why every day is an obstacle
And I’m caught in this endless state of unrest
I ask why I’m cold, confused and weary
Why I can’t focus or concentrate
On anything but what matters naught
I ask why I’m tired and can’t get it up

He says I am f**ked