My Inefficiencies


Descriptions in my room slowly crawl, a locked door behind a see through wall.

I can feel the air push out against me, a swift scent of karma, truth kisses and lips tease.

Tied around this chemistry of love compounds, does regret always make the same woeful sounds?

And you were here, laid out on a knife, the glass room shows us the reeling sky.

I want a place to hide, a home of untraceable lies, but reality doesn’t like our hopeful goodbyes.

Witness as the roaring winds strangle me, the senses twisted by my inefficiencies.

Let us slip into the mild open seas.

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Pondering Sea


Settle in a wave, surrounded by celestial blue and white.

Your fingers edge the spacious sea until the sun sleeps.

The moon whispers lullabies as the waves slowly dream.

Motionless water wraps around your weightless self, a feeling of complete serenity.

Your curious eyes spread to the corners of the world till the edge of the sea is heard.

Your skin smoothed by the crystal sky called blue of light, mirrors trapped under the gentle sea.

Carried far from your home,you are steered towards the land where bees suckle honey dew.

The waves calmly set you on the beach with wind at half mast, leaving you to ponder, am I home at last?

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Inefficient Subtleties 

Inefficient Subtleties 

You know you make me.

I know you break me.

The character of love isn’t a pawn, no, you will never change, midnight till dawn.

Inefficient subtleties.

A place where you comprise my little needs.

Molding the clay while I wish for sleep, building an undesired bowl it seems to me.

Spill water inside.

Holes and cracks.

Do you see?

No matter where I go, you pryingly always know.
Lessons of a mind, buried deep, confusion, seclusion, animosity at your feet.

Begin again.

Where in your head do you nod at this immorality, my own human right isn’t your emotional practicality.
It wasn’t mean to be.

Antique Shop

Antique Shop

Antique Shop
Reasons and days spill hearted desires, flipping light switches when my shop opens to the custom buyers.

I wouldn’t notice a line drawn or a cup tipping, can I sell antiques when the vase caring water starts dripping?

Does it bother you when I kiss your smile, wiping tears when water hits my tiles.

Female features distract my gaze by the flowers, do you think a needle hides within a caving hay tower?

Guilt or truth, it’s all just hidden in my concealed lips, bronze cups breeze cool winds when you gently sip.

Playing out before me while a clock narrows a minute one from three, bashful hours always leap into the mild flirtatious sea.

Come and look over my shoulder when books dream, their vintage ink drips past a worn out seam.

Lessons of a mirror, buried in a wall, fellow men purchase items that speak rhythms of a call.

Quiet your curious mind and sleep where the bed did lay, antique shop lingers perhaps a moment, in a day.

Lisa’s Song

Lisa’s Song

Lisa’s Song
Sky blue is a color I describe, two and one are the numbers she abides by.

Little sighs, a scarlet tune, her eyes are like the pale white moon.

I never would do anything to you, their won’t be an addition past loving two.

Holding you in a space of marble pink, it doesn’t mean I’ve lost the ability to humbly think.

Flowers sprout easier in this growing sunlight, even in the dark, petals glow past a fading night.

Her touch breathes life like the unseen air, colored strands of her distinctive hair.

Dear Lisa do you think I love you?

His Lies

His Lies

Don’t be naive under constant gazes, breaking oaths while relationships pass through their stages.

Naive, so naive.

String tied on a little black bird’s wing, sweet words he spoke until they sting.

Oh, the hardest part is that I believe,
Hoping he holds me, but footsteps always leave.

Constant sleep.
Countless stars are miles away.
I am so sorry, so broken.

Locked within his colored eyes, lips mutter while my ears listen to the lies.

Just cheap excuses laying out inside my mind, tears blur the sight of what I want to find.

Is there nothing left while I make my bed, little moments, forgetful thoughts of what he said.

Don’t look away from the truthful lies, read the story played out inside my eyes.