What mark will I leave on earth? What great mark or devastation? What advanced study or broken record? What holocaust or aberration? What mark will i leave on earth? What great scandal or destruction? What great agreement or great war? What great love or betrayal? What great mark will i leave on earth? What great mark will i leave on the ground? Just a great and anonymous mark Of my passage through this devil-world. -Valdeck…
At this moment I am alone Just a point in the universe Alone and sad Sad and suffering greatly Suffering greatly for you Wanting to have you here Wishing to forget you Forgetting you to stop suffering Suffering for not having you. At this moment I am alone I don’t know if you are, also You must be with someone Talking or making love And I am here alone In this immense bedroom . .…
(To the man that marked my birth into conscious life) I need to complete myself To find in you my match To live with you a love. Because of this I am struggling Trying to find you Wherever I walk. I feel broken up Like a man hanged Without a chance to be happy. But nothing terrifies me And I look for you all the time Trying to find you. I know that soon I…
The room was caught ablaze and my heart swelled with ecstasy Your permanent smile lit you up like a beacon You sit next to me and I begin to palpitate Dry mouthed and sweaty, your presence puts me in disarray My God you’re so clueless The turmoil you put me through I’m a stuttering, stammering, stuporous sod And you can’t even see that you’re the cause But beyond that I see no flaws You bright,…
curves of a goddess dreams flows down Their shoulders like a river oshun is Their mother melanin skin because They’re direct descendants of their ancestors Their superpower is to be super-normal They can walk down the street without being sexualized They can take a train without fear of Their lives They can exist in a world without being asked to identify as a boy or a girl They can kiss Their partner in public without…
Walking on a tight rope, I stumble and fall. Unable to avoid circles, I finally see the other side. No straight lines to hold me back, This is who I am. -Bluebell Winters
My path a straight line, Black and white with hints of grey. Marriage to a man, children, Is that not the only way to work? Hard labour in the mornings, Mother to three at night. But a rainbow interfered, Colours of grey untraceable. The temptation to let it in lingered, But I successfully restraint. As I should not commit sins, Should I not? Google my only salvation, To grasp this incomprehensible mess. But people online…
The boys are pretty, The girls are pretty, Why is everyone so pretty? “Grandma won’t understand”, My parents state, As soon as I suggest to be out What did I do to deserve this? Just for being me? I want to love who I want, Without worrying about my grandma’s ways. I know she loves me, I know she is kind. But she is limiting who I can be, Will I ever be able to…
our love burns bright, like the wall that i burnt down when i first met Her. She taught me how to draw portraits of our love with the ash and soot, like our love is an artwork that’s displayed in the gallery in my heart, but everytime i do i draw the night sky. because our love glimmers like the stars up in space, like the shimmer in her eyes so when i tell you…
i don’t think i had ever truly felt it the burning sensation dripping down your fingers the melted chocolate running along the corners of the graham cracker as if i just had to know if it was ready or at least know if it was hot it was strange i woke up one day not having to question how i was feeling if my skin had outgrown my bones or my brain had outgrown this…