Hell Will Be My Home

Embracing the feeling of the devil’s fingertips
tracing a homicidal outline on my sensitive skin,
singing the flesh off the bone;

A guttural noise escapes
the bottom of my throat,

I welcome the pain;
find pleasure in the torture, even.

No questions or doubt;
They say home is where you belong,
and I have come prepared with luggage.

Expectant of the torment
I’ve been sentenced;

Warnings are unnecessary;
a precaution in the contract from the King.

This is where I’m destined to fall.


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Must Have Been the Wind

Sweat lingers a while,
seeping through rumpled sheets
to remind you that you can still feel-

Fingers lingered longer than a butterfly
can flap its wings without falling tired;
A soft buzz, mistaken for the hummingbird;
an aggressive display of the effect of the sound
from the voice of a goddess wrapped in silk-

An airy whisper against your ears,
honey flows down your spine,
and you feel as though this is..

This is the gratification in the mind,
satisfaction to a body that responds
to the tickle of  these melodies.


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Voiceless

Before I got lost searching for solidarity;

Every part of my being was in danger
of becoming a calculated response.
There was a never-ending fear of the metaphors
Breaking free from the caverns in my brain,
and being publicized to the world for relatability. 

Instead of storing these writings of spiraling madness,
I let it flow wirelessly to whomever would bear the burden;

Regret is a toxin I’ve since become addicted,
feeding off the thoughts, no longer giving chance
to the voiceless;

And never did I think silence would ever be so comforting.


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Changed

Rearranged my soul;
Adopted the personality to better
fit the morals of someone
Who’s seen the waves
deteriorate rock bottom
to no more than pebbles.

Found the courage
to wander into the trees,
no longer afraid
of spiders in their hammocks
and snakes in the brush.

Unequipped and unprepared,
I’ll never return to the road
that guided me towards
an unfinished compound sentence.


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Rotting Away

I’m standing knee deep in years of waste
thrown atop the grave of an unknown soul.

Importance matters not to you
when the life is not relative.

He sleeps restless in a rotted coffin;
blanketed in the arms of roots
that the maggots use for transportation.

He will never be known, but the first trash
ever to lie within this landfill
that reeks of pollution and repressed memories.


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Greed “Capitalism”

A bloodied claw
dips hesitantly into the flow of the watercourse,
Once rapid; untouchable –
Now a chasm filled with gold.

Sticky sweet honey drips from the lips
of a bear who’s teeth have torn flesh
off the bones of the frail.

Temptation will always take priority over sensibility
when all you have known is to take –

He will never give second thought;
A single perspective;
Realization takes place of doubt
and nature portrays an animal of power
succumbed to a fate not unlike Midas and Narcissus.

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Poverty

What is the definition of poverty
to a man who has never seen a friend on the corner
of fifth and sixth, shivering on the doorstep
of a woman who does not bother to ask his name.
What does it mean to a man who never has to wonder
what it is like to dump change on the counter
of the corner store, hoping to have enough
to survive another night of stale cigarettes
and unpaid bills; children too young
to understand why their clothes come from
the siblings just older than them,
and not the mall the same as their classmates,
never knowing the feel of new clothes.
Where does the perception lie
to a man who has no concept of worth;
one who believes $8.50 is liveable under
the weight of student loans and medical debt,
as if there is a penny to spare into savings
that would otherwise pay for tomorrow night’s dinner.
How do you teach the reality of what it means to survive
to a man who has always had everything
and has never known what it is like to have nothing?


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