He is my maroon.

Immortal in the velvet flesh.

I daren't touch.

I daren't look.

Vertigo gnaws my eyes

to maroon.

I will smell.

My pores inhale

an ancient aroma

of moist earth.

My skull, cracked open
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I know

bits

and

pieces

of things.

Scattered

in

heres

and

theres.

Gathered

by

handless

laborers

in

a

dust storm.

An eternity of confetti.

Maybe it's because I'm already emotional from my damn period ( Read more... )

You know, I was one of those people who fearlessly proclaimed: "I have no regrets." Everything, and I mean every inconspicuous detail, has led me to my current being, someone who I love. But I do have regrets. Perhaps, it lessens the pain brought forth by them knowing that 1) they are few and 2) I have bargained with them. There will always be one ( Read more... )

I envy my hands. Everything they've touched. I look at them and see a separate history. I long to be them. Just them ( Read more... )

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If I blow my brains out

let my skull fall in baby’s breath

let my spine rest on hot grass

let my eyes gaze at Waterhouse

let my mind maze Watts

the splatter will shatter

a purple hue

radiant it will glitter

against the stroke of dusk

let me feel the air

taste it for once

an inhale be lingering

an exhale for all exhales

charging forth

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We have our fears. So, what's mine ( Read more... )

The sweetest man I have ever known is dying. My only grandpa. My Paw Paw. I visited him at a hospice in Atlanta today; it's a beautiful, secluded place, similar to those lovely bed and breakfasts you see advertised on T.V. I stayed for two hours while he slept. I didn't want to wake him, but I hope he somehow knew he wasn't alone. I felt as if I ( Read more... )

If ever there was advice that I could pass along, it would be this ( Read more... )