This Life

This life
for me, is
a simple repetition
Swapping one pain
for another:
endless rings
of ash and flame
as I am reborn
and subsequently
consumed

The depths

My pain was a blade
sharper than any knife
And its sheath
my tongue, which housed it
And the words that
caught, bled, feasted upon
their targets
Also cut away
many small pieces of
myself
This does not excuse
my sins, rather
explains the hunger
that later grew
to devour me

Charades

Tell me, where is the love?
Is it hidden in the pages of our book?
Scattered amongst the tears
or crouched within the shadows of hate?
I can taste it,
the aftertaste of our bitterness.

Is it the mask of our desperation?
Or simply a prelude to the panic?

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Hashtag; that moment when you
watch the person you love replace you
Hashtag; that moment when you
realize the biggest mistake was believing in...
Hashtag; that moment when you
believed in yourself and your abilities
Hashtag; that moment when you
felt yourself fall flat in the face of...
Hashtag; that moment when you
looked up at the wall of your own failure
Hashtag; that moment when you
watched your friends march one by one
Hashtag; that moment when you
realized that you don't have any friends
Hashtag; that moment when you
quit your job on an impulse
Hashtag; that moment when you
discovered you have nothing past...
Hashtag; that moment when you
found that you have nothing aside from yourself.

Enigma

I searched for you between the stars
and found myself in the darkest spaces
If the air is hard to breathe here
I have only myself to blame
I found you to be wrapped within a sphere of pure light
perfect, save for a jet black core.

Unfold Me

Be my pink champagne stunner shades
make me see the world in a rose tint
Unfold me like a love letter
and taste of every honey-dipped secret
Weigh me down with heavy lidded eyes
and a pair of soft lips
Teach me to fly with a single touch
be the guiding hands upon my hips

Flames

"Nice and cool out here,"
she drawled
It was still 90 out
the sun barely starting to set
its rays turning the hills the color of blood
I could see a fine sheen of sweat
on her upper lip
where a sardonic smile still lingered
She took a long pull on her cigarette
exhaled, said:
"Not so bad once you get used to it."