Love is for mindless whores
wandering for a fix, page after page
stumbling drunkenly into the arms of a new lover.
Scratching off the covers, and tearing into each new chapter
devouring each other's tales, desires, and woes.
Lifting their voices higher and higher into the night
the rhythm drags on and further into the electric sky.
Numbed by their own displays of pain and frustration,
frozen by the stark naked whiteness.
Filling into an unreached form,
untranslatable loss, search, and reconnection.
Folding through each and into other,
merging of cosmic connections
writhing and disarming both writer and reader.

I fonud myself reflected through another women's body
realizing the woman I have become
We have studied her form, dissected her intellect and capacity.
She has fulfilled her duty with the paragraph,
She has written herself away senslessly.
She hates her body like she hates her ideas sliding of a pen.
Awkward and exposed
Tired, original, and amused.
She has the eye and ears of money, glory, gore.


I want someone who look's like you, screws like you and I know sometimes you like to.
wandering into a jar, staring from a far
my love in car, wandeirng through the starry streets, dragging his feet
I told him to meet me in a bar.
But when he took out his light, we got in a fight
and made up in the car.
not evevn the chariots can chase after him
we lost all might and gave in to foolish whims
not even the truth was held in her whispers

And never wait for him again, not even a friend, can hold me down.


And at times, lazy, wandering, and unfocused.

Rubber Heart

Confused, perplexed rubber heart,

misunderstood from the start

Misshaped and overworked

Bounced on concrete, tossed on dirt.

Slamming walls, attacking from the ceiling

Packed with air, punched with healing

Happy, firm, and overworked

Rubber heart never tears apart,

Decompressing at the ends

Hissing, squeezing, filling holes

Mending, molding, compounding souls

Grasping, uniting, compress amends

Blocking, Plugging leakages

Stopping overflows, forming friends

Grounding self, covering space

Stretching, holding, scolding place

Burning chest, tearing heart

Rubber holes, blocking parts

Filling ends, returning starts

Fuck yeah flowers, surrealism

Riverspouring out of vaginas

Drowning ends selves in tears sweat and blood

Locate my center, trace back my piss

Deep into the tract, down the locus

Balancing self, contradicting soft maze of flesh

Uncompressed desires reunite forbidden parts

Where sexual streams , ripping seams

Uncloak, deeper, moisted dreams

Spilling through robes, leaking through sheets

Where hunger opens, mothers weep

Everything is wonderful electric,

Friends are always beautiful

As we unshackle ourselves and emerge from subterranean cages

Unhooking chains, separating layers, licking sugar

Yet tasting salt.

working on shit, not the end, not final, saved in public reminders

We are dying too heal

All the problems you just like to conceal

Yet there is so much to contemplate

Time love wait and meditate

Living outside of ordinary

Wound up in precarity

I open up lyrically

I want you psychospiritually

I touch more than just physically

But if you let yourself, It can be more than just something else

Than just light the flame

Foolishe hearts have only themselves to blame

But if I tell you all I want,

(what I mean internally,

I want to love but I have to let myself be

You should just run away

Time will tell when were ready and ok)

Language becomes undecipherable

Words define the principle

Where time never has its proper place

Progressing unrealiable

Faling into place

No longer speaking quietly

Fall asleep to the memories

That no longer hold a place

Where in my mind I hope to see

A dark and clouded face

Bodies frozen, where desire floats through the stages

At last I find some relief, settled into the pages

Fall into place

Holding onto hopes I can still see your face

Call and we’ll fitgh h

I just told me boss it is time for me to quit

Getting ahead,

Losing former selves behind

Free ourselves, bodies, and minds

Chasing fears, follow desire

Much more than plain monotony can inspire

Because I love you a

And I need you

I got more than time and air left to feed you

Because your taken

And I’m breaking

Oh, well not all is goood

I’ll laugh hysterically Like I should

Delude myself out of misery

Because I love you and I need you

You need more than that hot air to feed you

Because I got it and you need it

You pick your path but I believe it

Stuck in lonely poetry

Sidelined by society

Picked, scuffed, and tossed around

I ask my mother what she found

In the eyes of the soul and sea

She still says she believes in me

When I am not quite sure myself

Obscure poetry

Lost in amphetamines

Not sure of the haze, losing in the haze,

Bodies entangled with their memories

Not just floating restlessly on the sea

Not working off route memory

Connecting far more

Are you a singer, because I write prose

Speak to me in poetry

Yet there is so much more you heart still needs to reveall

Hide in silence

Fear violence

Held on far too long

Transformar into my song

Prayed to god it was true

Now its just me and you

Chase loves into (space, race, place, mace, face,

compulsory

We are dying too heal

All the problems you just like to conceal

Yet there is so

You want to heal

Nothing or ordinary

Wound up in precarity

I open up lyrically

I want you psychospiritually

I touch more than just physically

But if you let yourself, It can be more than just something else

Than just light the flame

Foolishe hearts have only themselves to blame

But if I tell you all I want,

(what I mean internally,

I want to love but I have to let myself be

You should just run away

Time will tell when were ready and ok)

Language becomes undecipherable

Words define the principle

Where time never has its proper place

Progressing unrealiable

Faling into place

No longer speaking quietly

Fall asleep to the memories

That no longer hold a place

Where in my mind I hope to see

A dark and clouded face

Bodies frozen, where desire floats through the stages

At last I find some relief, settled into the pages

no one likes no surprises

No I don't think of you

But I remember of you

Appearing as a shadow in my dreams

Like feelings hidden under the seams

Leaking through into my consciousness

The sad and distant melodies carrying me back

To that provincial moment of happiness

Where only our joy mattered in pits of alienation

We burned along with the sorrowful and comical madness

And now I can only remember dark eyes behind thick glass

And no frame is enough, no moment can reignite

Playful flames, likes best friends, brown brothers, and girlfriends

Warm winds carrying weary souls into the stomachs of music

Poetry, drunken philosophies, fear, angst, and longing.

Nostalgia for a lover I never knew I loved.

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It isn't just a simple matter/ to have my heart beaten into batter
Can't act like it never happened. Like I never shared my poems and dreams with you and you said you loved them and that you loved me. You encouraged me to share my prose, but I always felt too shy and not ready to fully express what I was feeling. No hearts on my sleeve, no word or sign too cookie cutter, I wrote for you. I thought the rhythm of our words could sway together. I thought the narratives in our poems would complement each other. I thought your arms would save me from each dreadful working day, a refuge where I can float back to the land of comfort and imagined possibilities. Our coffee farm, our animals. Promises and trust. You yelling at me each time we drive because I was bad at directions. I had no one,I thought you were everything, ultimately enough. And yet, I still tried and pushed forward. Pressuring myself to become a greater woman, to define myself by money, resource, or power. But all you wanted was me powerless, gaining control through emotional manipulation. Digging into each moment we shared each other. I wanted to be like a catepillar and snuggle back into my cacoon that doesn't fit anymore. Digging back to where I don't belong


How many times did I ask you to clean the back porch? Now many mornings did I serve you coffee with eggs before work? How many times did I want to bring you back into bed and smother you with kisses and you couldn't understand why I loved you so much. I see your face freeze and eyes grow cold, catching yourself living a lie, a moment of complete disorientation. I believed your pretend happiness was mine. I thought our space is the ultimate bliss yet lies and mistrust destroyed it.all I wanted was a better world, but you took my heart out, controlled my mind and took apart my world. Circling your juvenile psychosis . Unable to find myself back on the path.swirling through deceit and misplaced affection and desire, reinvestment in building my soul back up.all I hope now is that these words, this REALity will find you well.