December 2

Toasted honey sandwich #poetry

The sweetest type of honey drips down that delicious golden brown.

The tip of my tongue licks the drop, tastes it.

I press my lips to it, spread it open, just a bit.

My eyes close, the smell, intoxicating.

I slide my tongue inside, licking and tasting every bit of honey inside.

A bit drips down my chin, and all I can do is look up and smile.

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November 28

How to Keep Peace

She takes your dreams,

Steals your time,

Makes you mad,

Bloody irrational.

She’ll take your health,

Then your life.

Breathe.

In, she’s translucent.

Out, she’s transparent.

Breathe. She’s gone.

She whispers in your ear.

Breathe.

In.

Out.

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November 27

Reset Button

I sometimes need a little button.

A little button on the back of my head.

I would reach back there,

Fiddling around though my hair,

Screwing my fingers around.

I would press it once, nothing.

Twice, nothing.

Three times!

No stress, warm sand between my toes.

No routine, the taste of ocean salt on the thighs of my love.

No responsibility, the bright sun warming my nearly nude skin.

I would press it once, nothing.

Twice, nothing.

Three times!

I’m back.

I’m happy.

I know who I am.

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March 9

She Needs Me

In a moment, my thoughts are erased.
I write helplessly, without form, format, wit, or grace.

I want someone to help me.
I need someone to be there for me.

It always me though.
Isn’t it?

I’m always there.
A rant becomes reason.

I’m sorry for being selfish.
I’m here for you…

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April 3

Where Will I End Up?

plank-729441_960_720I see a boy while walking down the street.
An ordinary road, I see.
Sort of an ordinary boy, I meet.
He wants help from me.

I help him get home.
That’s how I stand.
Now, I am doomed to roam.
Where is this land?

I see a man while walking down the lane.
An ordinary lane, I view.
Sort of an ordinary man, somewhat sane.
I ask: “can I help you”?

I help him find his place.
Once again, I’m trapped in an unknown space.

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August 17

The Iron

Her dark soul barely showed through her light blue eyes.

But there was a glimpse of who she really was.

I knew better, but I wanted her, wanted to change that demon.

The demon consumed me, changed me.

Now you can barely see my dark soul through my light blue eyes.

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