Memory Lane

I remember tasting her

I remember it felt wrong

But only because that was how

I was told to feel

And the fear of being caught

Was taken over by

My want for her

Looking back

I think the only problem

Was that I was much too young

To possess such a thirst

 

Maybe if I were raised more free

I would be a different me

 

What I know

Is that I never again kissed

Another girl the way

She kissed me

Stardusted Dreams

Eager whispers seek the moon

From timid tongues riddled with secrets

Undeniable cravings

Desperate to be worn by constellations

Draping the night sky

Hungry with a wanderlust

To sail along this atmosphere

To reach beyond this galaxy

If only to be cradled

By the one who bathes in fantasies

This mysterious dream giver

How she dangles our every lust

She sprinkles a peek only

When our eyes are surely shut

And so we bleed desire

From our hearts up to the heavens

Most of my pieces do not rhyme, that happens to be my favorite way to write

Dream in Adventure

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Pure violet whispers of wild, relic dreams

She dances in memories once forgotten

Painting with words of infinite beauty and meaning

This world in her head is more than pretend

Follow a path, they all lead to these dreams

Wandering around is the best way to find one

Her story is an unconventional love letter

To no one and all who may read it

It is written in the language of adventure

For adventure has always been her passion

And the only means to decipher her heart

Break My Body

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I still feel you

I feel your rivers rush through me as they carry my bones to places they’ve never been

I watch the storms in your eyes as you taste my fears

My wildness is your favorite flavor

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I lie in the chaos of your spilled words while you drink from our feverish haze

I adore them for they feed my heart passion

You break my body to fit yours

Desire flushes me in a pink cloud with fire tempting my skin

These are the nights our souls crave

We live in the raw

Mountains of my Soul

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My soul doesn’t belong here. The moon calls on my heart to explore a sweeter land. The mountains pull me in deeper. They demand my presence. They long for the simplest embrace of my fingertips against the leaves of their trees. They crave for the wild winds to flow through me and steal my soul for them.

Where shall I thrive? Where is my home? You are my home, dear mountains. You hold my heart high on your peaks. My spirit is lost in your forests. Or is it found there?

You haunt my dreams because I am not with you. These dreams I have are far more than that. They are plans, hopes, urges. They are not forgotten. They are not in vain.

You draw me closer with each day. With each breath, I am yours. You have me. I ache to feel my toes in your earth. To soak in your waters. My skin tingles as I taste your air. I’ll breathe you in as if it’s the last time, everytime. I write my poetry for you, oh mountains of my soul.

I will find you, that I promise. I will follow, this I swear. I envision your sweet song giving birth to great adventure underneath my bones. I revel in it as it overtakes me.

And I know, this is my destiny.

Cosmic Dream

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You appear as a dream born of the cosmos, you kiss like the full moon, your soul tastes of mystic stardust, and your wings ride off on planets

Your mind is a galaxy, vast and full, gravity is lost in you, with every cluster in your eyes, you rouse my bones and skin

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You smell of hopes and wild intentions, and possess a celestial love so deep, you sail alongside meteors, your spirit is luminescent

You bathe in a nebula sea, while your fingers drink in the sun, breathing the same air as God, you speak in constellations

All of this, you are to me

And I, a mere comet in your universe

Rumors

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I can feel the whispers

I feel them consume my thoughts

As they leak from toxic tongues to eager ears

Words shouldn’t wear such ugliness

 

Lapping tongues drink from the pool of arrogance

While sightless friends bathe in the shallows of their shame

There are women around each corner watching my every step

Determining my next move

They smile with upended faces

Knowing not that I can read them

They are the first to talk

Yet they speak only untruths

And feeble minded men flock at their feet

To, once again, drink of the puddles dripped from egos

 

As I discern the whispers and condemning looks

I wonder, is there truth in lies? Reason in judgement?

I question my own integrity

I listen with my heart as they pierce my soul

 

Because words have power

Something my mother always told me

But does she know the damage her words inflict on me?

The words she dare not speak to me

Secrets shared, spoken afar

Maybe she never will

But still, I’ll feel them