Made of stone
A prayer
The wild
Laughing hyenas
Misunderstanding particular landings
As the way that I move
It’s too smooth you say
Much to runny
Masked in funny
A recipe for disaster
Their hidden laughter wades through vicious Canines and many wishes
They beg forgiveness
To cleanse their sins
Praying with Earths lense
September 7, 2016
The first time I fell in love with another it was during a low time in both of our lives. It was long distance for most of the time. He would call me everyday even though I was sleeping, even though we didn’t have a thing to say. And I would write and send him intimate poetry every week. He didn’t understand it, but he understood me. As usual; after some time, we stopped seeing each other. And well, the phone calls slowly stopped coming as frequent, and my hands were too tire to write or feel. Our lives intensified. Soon silence.
A women’s silence
a women would hold her tongue
feasting off of her crimson iron
cause she needed the taste
For granted
How are we in love in silence
You don’t know how to touch me unless I want to be touched
How are we in love if we’re warming up on our own
you only know how to grip me
How are we in love when you won’t say a word
like there’s nothing to talk about
You pick flowers as if I’m that type of girl
as if you don’t know me at all
How are we in love
How can you look at me
Burn
Be around me and not give your all
How can you love me while leaving me stranded heartful devoted
Refusing to rub those begging feet
Natural disaster
After the storm
He cries
Having no honor in his display
So she lays around lighting sage like it’s a cigarette
He sweats now not understanding
He likes to talk
She likes to walk
She pretends she doesn’t feel his stutters
And he denies she knows where he comes from
Not knowing himself from the outside
He is
A natural disaster
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