Offering up flesh like
Unholy sacrifice, baiting sinners to sink their
Teeth into something richer in the hope it
Leads them into damnation
I can’t help toeing the lines of decency
No one is as good as you think they are
No lips are as soft as you expect when you
Plummet head first into them like a trainwreck
3AM Thoughts // AKA “You Lost Me When You Slipped Into Consciousness.”
Did she fix you? Was she able to undo the
Years of damage I subjected you to?
Is it still my hands you want applying
The bandage to the wound?
Am I still the one who wounded you?
3AM Thoughts // AKA “A Simple Yes or No Will Suffice.”
i showed you where
the most sensitive parts
were but that didn’t mean
that was where i wanted
to be touched
3AM Thoughts // AKA “It wasn’t miscommunication, our eyes were speaking the same language.”
In you, I see the heroines of Shakespeare’s tragedies.
You, unhappy lady, were
never saved by anybody.
// Marina Tsvetaeva
i exist and
i deserve for you to love me
but that’s never the way
it works is it?
3AM Thoughts // AKA “Some Things Are Better Left To Rest.”
i don’t want to write
poems about you anymore
(you inspire me)
3AM Thoughts // AKA “Haiku 53.”
Men love to tell me
About self-respect and when
To use it – or not.
3AM Thoughts // AKA “Haiku 43.”
I fell in love with
So many things, I forgot
To love myself first
3AM Thoughts // AKA “Haiku 42.”
The millions are awake enough for physical labor; but only one in a million is awake enough for effective intellectual exertion, only one in a hundred millions to a poetic or divine life. To be awake is to be alive.
Walden // Henry David Thoreau
Her hands were the closest
Thing I have ever felt
To a deity, a higher power
A rotten good time.
There must be
A cure for this; harnessing power
From a liberated women,
I watch her live through
Smoke screens, admire how
She avoids commitment through
Nimble feet, boca de piñón
She gives me the worst dreams.
I am sure through her palms I would be
Absolved of all sins, forgiven for future
I would tear myself apart
To figure her out, to be given
The chance to see her in the morning
Stripped down, covered inch by inch
In the sun’s rays like
A slow eruption, a fiery blessing
Reticently learning that
All things worth having come
Attached to a lesson.
3AM Thoughts // AKA “Looking for Reasoning to Obsession.”