Category Archives: poetry

red ,red ,red


blood red is the absolute best

it means I missed a piece

and dead is not yet

blood red is pain

Painfully raw

It feels like you on my neck

That last regret

a sad mistake

but not the boarding call

you thought the end would bring

But worse yet

is what is true

And always will be

The truth of me and you

The last toast ,

The sighing ghost

The curtain closing

on your laughter

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Got to go

Time to light it up

But the oven isn’t gas

it’s not winter

so only ashes

Got some wood

Let’s light it up

Is burning your own fun pyre

A deadly sin ?

A dramatic exit to the boring eternal

Hope the gods hate techno

And dub step

I’ll eat my own soul

If the music is shitty

I’ll have to die all over again

A horrible ,nonsensical

Ironic ,stupid pity

I’ll come back more decided than ever

In a blood-soaked designer gown

And make you scream” off the rack”

Just a heads up

Being dead had better not suck

Black Water


I would say I hate you

but I hate me more

I drained the bath water then dove headfirst

into remiss or a longing that’s called

a nightmare , the abyss

I siphoned the filth out of my weeping lungs

and choked on my bitter tongue

With that violent chasm

I sputtered half dead

and drowned the last little bit of sad

the proverbial baby and all jazz

out with the dirty wash I thought you ‘d go

but then I heard you snoring  or wheezing or maybe reeling

as I rolled over and smothered that thought

of missing your lips and crushed that last regress

hard pressed though

to shed a tear this time

the wound it’s just too old

with now stone cold fingertips,

I  brushed  you off

then finally ,you go

Auvoir, kiss, kiss and

Away…then

You’re gone

 

 

Just Leave


It hit me like a brick mess it ran red like that just too quick

when you called me out

for catching the feels

you said

You hated it for me

made yourself leave

but I told you didn’t I

What it was about to be

can I still be

Still be kinda sorry

That it got weird the

instant you stayed

and I kind of liked it

I mean I liked you

Before …

when you’d leave