Buddhism, Kryptonite, love, Mental Health

Caution Tells

Not for the faint of the heart,
To lean into the longing
The heavy metallic dust
In the moonlit misery
I see it now,
The “Golden Girl” with
Obscure passion towards the seductive thread
Of a strayed friend

With dread,
I’m pierced into these toxic platitudes
Yet, my heart races for that final rest
Pumping red
Pulsating in my head

Have favor in me red
Even though their love will never come
Please don’t close the valves

Om Tare Tuttare Ture Soha

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Kryptonite, Mental Health

Rupture

Rupture

Feels like an eternity chill on the rank,
As a rook passes through my heart
The forget-me-nots decay
The white elephant just fades,
To that room
Filled with regretfully sandblasted sculptures
The opportunities never fully-opened
Like fallen snowflakes on shoes,
Melting and evaporating
Sinking truth broken
Particle by particle
Pressure released
Downpour to the deep

 

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Kryptonite, Mental Health

Slipping out of twilight’s swallow

No more, the fragile figurine
A damsel I played at twenty-three
Bewailing old-time wrecks
Shyness usually describes a
modest daughter
But I like crunching the shells

Forget-me-nots scattered at where I end, and another begins
Teeter tottering, a mechanism for equilibrium
Has been replaced with circling the well
For wishes are like rituals prescribed
When the highs and lows are unbearable and through a meaningless loop
Tell no one, for they might sneer and smear your name
Their sweet shared insincerity
are lampshades, to their white hot souls

She called me naive
Ha! All beauties are lures
Eyes are flowers, just blobs of brain on stem
The elaborated mating scheme,
As if he ever noticed my almond petals
Like the possibility of
various UFO shapes
All he saw were dark pools
To sink himself back in
And remind me of my insignificance
Now, onto your self-deprecating,
The hand washing

The abject fear,
My prickly mind taunts
In the same moment of reminding you to swallow your weakness, she says,
“Don’t be a pushover”

Art: Elentori Words: NaRa

 

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Kryptonite, Voyeur Poems

November Lights

Candy drops with sizzle thoughts
I thought I was young
I drag my fingers across your bountiful lips
Your sweet like vanilla beans
And rich cinnamon burst twist
All this luster under the sun
But as my heart listens
It tells a tale that glistens
Of convoluted kisses
And lies of self perseverance
By crumbled byzantine divinity

Heartbeats turn into
Hoofbeats
Blasts of bladed love
Sprinkle down into the easement of the night
In hopes that my dreams will repair my anxieties
For all I wish is to be naked with your unexplainable bliss
But all my favorites have been collected and protective
In a balloon lifted away or in a warren cave
And I’m a whirling spindle of lights
On the search, a kaleidoscopic spell

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Kryptonite, Mental Health

Selenophilla Oasis

I’m here, nauseated from imploding sips
I can’t sense the external
Chain a thermometer to my divided mind
Ladybugs crawl right up that slit,
Inwardly they scream
As Case so shamelessly sang,
“You thought you could outrun sorrow.”

Mama always told me she wanted to die
From birth, pillow retreats and soggy sheets
Mirrored imagery
Absorbed all the energy
Preoccupied with arms that clinged but would unravel once the judgement was too steep
Her voice, abandoned foghorn
Where did I hide when eyes raged in the night
My Islands of Competence
To self soothe

Close your eyes dear
I told you it is just around the bend
Why I’ll let you follow
Because your worth more than all the Zodiac’s zillion flames in the sky
To ascend the tree
Tinder box
No need
Moonbeams

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Kryptonite

The Ruminating Corner

  
Swaying in my heart.

The quarrels we start.

The tandemonium we spark.

For Adeline stole my line,

And sketched you so vividly.

That my heart vexed from the memory.

And wire spires poke from my skin.

I never understood symmetry.   

My spine is winding, crouching in pain;

Listening to the rain.

Writing your name.

Hoping to stay sane.

Longing for the moonglow.

For silver linings are brighter after we fight.

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