Accident-prone yet bulletproof, resilience courses through my veins.
After pulling shrapnel from my own hell-bent self-destruction,
all I was left with was me.
Through embracing my darkness, I found the light.
Here lives a collection of poetry, prose, and reflections
on trauma, survival, desire, and becoming.
You are the moon that bows down at night to kiss my cheek, and the rays of sun that comfort me throughout the week. I know all this and still, I feel life's ropes pulling me away from you. Logic and reason reign supreme over emotions and lust, as I climb further up the ladder, hoping to be rescued from your torturous love. I know that I must leave as I am no longer your muse, hurt by the lies and deceit you concealed within your sleeve. It took me too long to realize that I had been fooled. Your caresses were just lies and I was your mule. Used like a tool, I ran for the hills, ashamed and irritated for my heart that I spilt. I poured it out to you, filling vials with this naive, and unconditional love. Instead, you continued your charade, your innocence feigned as my stupidity burns and cuts like a blade. I should have known better than to allow you into my world, my sanctuary ruined as you have robbed me of my words, defiled like my skin upon your touch, and still somehow you assume that I owe you so much. I am a king on my own but with you I am a slave; your servant no more, the serpent within rises from the ashes, refusing to be your whore. Washed ashore, your ship should have sank when loving you became a chore. Bored now, I summon the courage, wisdom and strength that defined me prior to your havoc-ridden entrance into my life. With my pen as my knife, I vow to reveal your discrepancies for all to see, how your mistreatment led to the reeducation of me. I will reign triumphantly now that you are gone, as you silently weep for me, growing more withdrawn with each passing day. I am so afraid but I am great at faking it, I will take over the world now that I am no longer forced to commit to someone that refused to admit that this love was inequitable. The tables have turned once again, and I am the hunter while you are my prey. Another dragon slayed, I can see the end to your cursed fairy tale, I will prevail, no longer your victim, I can finally exhale.
Time stood still for nary a soul, it dragged its feet, aching and old. Blistering heat that made us melt, we were once softer than silk felt. Hallowed hearts wind whistled through, covered in bruises, black and blue. Hardly broken, but maybe bent, running on empty and love spent. There comes a day in all our lives, when our failures cut deep as knives. But you shall remain a triumph, you stayed with me, like a science. Words were whispered, curses, we'd shout, until the blood drained from our mouths. Yesterday—softer than silk felt; seems like all we do these days is yell.
Even in deep space, your love holds me down, Your embrace has weight, and keeps me coming, back around I was on track to be a tragedy, before we collided, like stars You give me gold, you give me gravity, and it's more than fancy cars I was a lonely planet on my own Now you are the sun to my moon I orbit you and feel at home. I was in ruins, but I'm brand new. No distance between us, could break us, or tear us apart. Not miles, or minutes, not even lightyears would be too far for my arms. You light up my galaxy, our universe exists inside my heart. Closer than the others, if I'm Earth, then you are my Mars. You keep me human, keep me golden, keep me green, and grounded. Give me freedom, give me healing, eclipse me, leave me astounded. Celestially, you are the best for me, I rest my chemistry, and let you undress me. Effortlessly, you impress me, effervescent, I'm obsessing. Astro know me, come explore me, Supernova, satisfy my celestial body, cosmo comet, asteroid showe...
With each day I take for granted, I vow to appreciate the next, blessed with the opportunity to once again look, and feel my best. With my feet firmly planted, my morals maneuver me through all the rest, as I have been granted another day to conquer the world and put my limits to the test. Some may call me an idealist though I am as real as they come, as I refuse to succumb to the notion that we must all acquiesce to society's rules that really only just make us boring and numb. I can paint my own destiny, I am the master of my domain, though my moods and momentum may change in an instant, I am grateful that they change at all, as my indecision shows I'm living, and still standing despite my many falls. Others' attempts to understand me often leave them more perplexed than when they began, I am an anomaly and will not be mislabeled by any other man. A human being, not one doing, I live and let live just as well, yet I am still often the...
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