four of a kind

Poetry

The woman confused the girl
with no social cues

The girl fell for the man
with an awkward bruise

The man delighted the boy
with no smart views

The boy cried for the woman
with some awful issues

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lips and roaches

Poetry, Strange

Your lips
are the rim of an aqua coffee mug
crawled on by roaches
I would never dare let mine touch again.

Yet your voice
is the sound of an expensive violin
stroked by a fine bow
I loathe how it could still disrupt my ground.

Machiavellian eyes

Poetry

Slow songs

and shuttle rides

A sleepy girl

with round eyes

Heavy traffic

and long sighs

A cold heart

with invisible lies

Clear skies

but confused mind

Countless whys

yet turning blind

The sleepy girl

with invisible lies

Keeps haunting me

with Machiavellian eyes

rain & streetlights

Poetry

I have a thing for rain
and streetlights

All the stories of pain
love combine

Shadows concealing your grief
at night

A mysterious fury the soul
can’t define

I have a thing for wind
and footsteps

All the mistakes of thirst
hearts ingest

Secrecy trailing desire
after sunset

A provocative tryst the skin
can’t suppress

sharper & stronger

Poetry

Some images
are sharper
with more grain

Some portraits
look clearer
with a bit of blur

Some exposures
are darker
than your days

Some hearts
are stronger
than they were

fate is the enemy

Poetry

The boy who cried move
was the one who can’t let go.
The girl who cried please
was the one who walked alone.

The stance that they took
was the fate they received.
But the fate is the enemy
becoming distant is the creed.

what lies behindĀ 

Poetry

Promises behind every look in the eye

Meaning behind every word they say

Secrets behind every scent you acquire

Fiction behind every chuckle I make