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The temptation is towards silence
but the noise always seems to win.
I yearn to empty my days of everything but you.
I’ll be burnt but I accept the scars.
See, morning is nothing without a dream to chase,
but while the waste of a generation fades
and days wait only for the moonlight,
my world illuminates in the dark,
where death is a spark,
a spike to the heart,
when all is unsaid,
and the hunger is fed
I contemplate greed
and the silence becomes nothing but a reason to bleed.
The ink is a seed
and everything chases the sun.
– Chris Eyes
The way things work,
the way they are now,
and society in general,
operate in an almost perversely, twisted
machine that is hell-bent
on our destruction.
Lights, camera, action
then she started flashing
said let’s make a movie
not a fan nor a groupie
I was feeling her
and she was feeling me
body on body
no space in between
kissing on my neck
next thing ya know
she reached down below
I’m not well versed
and she grabbed me by the hand
said show me your worst.
In every moment
There is a critique under my tongue
Vitriol lies in wait inside my mouth
Trying to escape as words
Back into my ears
Continue reading Gifts From Mom
if you come knocking at my door
turn the knob and enter
this time I won’t answer
I’m tired of rushing to greet only to get disappointed.
I’m sorry for giving up right on your turn
it’s unfair of me to judge you
based on the actions of the ones before
or their lack thereof.
it’s ok to make yourself at home
get acquainted with the lonely rooms
pay attention to where the shadows form
I’m tired of providing only sun
and blooming when there’s no one to care for.
if after all this you decide to stay
if despite all this you still want to make home
my heart is yours to tame
my soul is yours to love.
one last word of advice, though
beware of full moons.
The tides get high
and I’d hate to drown you too.
© Máh Lima
Photo by Albert Dera on Unsplash
Tough to tell who is riding who
because it’s poetry in motion
and there’s room for two.
My eyes paint pictures
that my hands couldn’t dream of.
Appreciating each stroke
from my master brush
as I paint the story of us,
this chapter is Lust.
Photo by Alice Acheterhof
They ask, “How do you feel?”
You struggle for a word, locked behind doors, behind walls, behind ego
One syllable words flow with passive aggression and you’ve learned that “okay” is your favorite answer
You say that they do not need to know
But emotion is asking for the permission to be voiced
Permission to rebound from closed off vocal chords but you have not given the say so
You are shut off, numbed off from the reality that you have not told the truth for a long time
You have gone through the motions and now you are stagnant waters
A pool of water stuck under night and sun, rain and light, dirt and grime, anger and joy, testing and time Continue reading HOW DO YOU FEEL
Do you understand
that it matters?
All the same, it does.
You were my
very own mystery
but then you
became my door–
as eternal as the
universe itself. Continue reading Step Through the Door