I think there is something leaking into me. I’ve been sea bound and aimless since birth. I’ve drowned a few times but My insides have always remained dry. Seas of emotion have roared at me, But I’ve always had a certain quiet within me. I’ve come to learn that just because I can’t hear their … Continue reading I Don’t Want This Medicine.
I’ve got a violence in my dreams. It’s about happiness. And how I seem to be uncomfortable with it. It’s like the sin I can’t swallow. And I’m a little scared that one day, I’ll get tired of chewing. - Kata
I live for your moans. But when you go to sleep, it’s a work of art. On my chest, in my heart. It’s not all lust, but none of it is love. It’s not all truth, but none of it is lies. Forgive me if I’m tragically comfortable in my humanity. I’ll have you waking … Continue reading The Best Of Me
And so I told her that my words Resemble vodka bottles. I told her that no one gets drunk off just the bottle. It’s the spirit in the bottle that has you toppling over tables of fear, And stepping in pools of regret. It’ll have you slurring confessions of love To people you have to … Continue reading Vodka Bottles
I’m just saying If love had your voice I wouldn’t mind talking to it. If love had your lips, I’d undoubtedly kiss them. If love had your throat, I’d shove my dick down that shit. And with a fist full of its hair Tell it to swallow. As you gag and choke You might feel … Continue reading A Love Poem.
When you’re lonely Every sigh sounds like a violent noise. Sometimes peace is found in between her legs. But there’s also an ocean in her smile, And I’m listening for laughter in her cheeks. If you squint your eyes, she looks likes poetry Which is ironic because I can’t find the words to describe … Continue reading Most hells are the same. It’s your Devils that you have to choose wisely.
My head is in between your thighs. So I dip in my tongue And sweeten my words With every flick and rotation I can't help but realize There's a rhythm in how you taste