a glimpse of thoughts?

perhaps i'm in the wrong era-

a slave bound within the lines of calendar squares.

i am chained down to a cowardly age of stomachs too afraid to carry butterflies and hearts that keep their pitter-patters on a leash.

an era of inhibition,

girls are hiding blushes and warmth in efforts to keep the cool.

all she wants is a romance that tugs on the corners of her lips - stretching grins.

she'd love to plead guilty to having hopes stacked as high as a pile of love poems.

but she won't because we don't. here.

an era of shoe-tied tongues,

boys smearing cold winds of bitterness on their faces-

preparing themselves for the guerrilla warfare between vulnerability and sanctioned apprehension.

fighting a war that doesn't exist. swinging at the air until contact is made ...

against embraces, truth, and hearts.

i'm playing hopscotch on a sidewalk full of landmines.

i'm swimming in a bittersweet sea of insincere saliva - men spitting and spitting and spitting "game".

but it's weak.

and if i never find eyes that cuddle in mine,

i will gather those counterfeit claims of love as a collection for someone else's daughter ...

in another hopeless era.

poems about pancakes .

Butter pecan glaze gazes that leave my soul sticky. stuck.
I try to shake the memories and make the bad parts fall like yellow leaves,
But they trail behind my mind.
Some – sour like rotting milk, curdling at the exposure of surface-
Others sweet and precious like things that come in pink, cardboard boxes.

Leathery & soft memories that manipulate me into submission-
Nostalgia kicking me, choke-holding me, and yanking me to death & dirt.
I imagined that love would always soothe my bones easy, always nurture me.
With time and space I learned that loving ain’t easy-
But when you’re truly worth it, you’re worth it.
& sometimes, when the dice roll … you won’t be.

Part II
Time heals.
Resolution tends to take vacation & get lost at sea-
But like a missing earring, it’ll pop into the lap … eventually.

RIP .

mack'n & hang'n .

Part 1

this is a poem for the people who could crack open their chests and have emotions spill onto their shoes . these shoes- that have walked miles & miles in the land of contemplation and self-exploration .
this is a poem for the people who find a bite size piece of themselves ...while they're in the shower . wipe on the epiphanies . wash off the negativity . this is a neon poem that draws in the misfits, torn down, pessimists, heartbroken, & hell-of-life-crushed hearts . this poem transforms & massages the soul .
this is a poem for the girl who wants to smack her feelings over the head with an oversized frying pan . -better yet, she'd pour them into the skillet & let them burn to a crisp .
this poem sings like a choir .
this poem kisses on necks & ears .
this is a poem for the men who know what they're doing . -a poem that wants to explain, but won't .
this is a rough, abusive poem , filled to its lips with frustration and unspoken words .
this is a poem for the boys with regrets . unadulterated, raw, 'don't try this at home' regrets that cannot be hindered by the typical "i don't believe in regrets" socially-correct statement .
an outlandish poem that looks into the sky & cries to God for guidance .
this poem grins ... HARD , for no reason .
this poem will only make breakfast foods & tacos .
this is a bestfriend poem .
this is a lover's quarrel poem .
this poem wakes you out of your sleep with new ideas about life .
this poem is "the girl who got away" .
this poem is a tattoo that you plan to get covered .
this poem is a sea of grins, in a pool of frowns .

this is a poem that plans to work overtime until the world smiles one-unexpected-time .

inspired by oveous maximus .