Raindrops slug on car windows. My entire life I have felt like a collector of words and images. Blue light contours our features. Ourdifferent skin colors are negligible. His proximity weighs in on my shadows. A rainbow appears on glass.

Lightning storms outside the balcony
Its light catches the suits of our cards.
We play strip poker in humid summer,
Relief from the insolated breath of the South.
We bet pieces of gum and lengthened kisses,
Knowing to whom what is given belongs.

remembering to write

i don't know why i ever stopped writing on this blog. it was my own fault for jumping onto the tumblr hype without very much satisfaction. so i will come back to you, dear blogspot and share my secrets with few eyes and ears. this way...i can read and write for myself without all the jpegs and gifs.

now i will remember to write.

Sleeping with Demons

I know he loves me
When he can stand against my demons.

But I must face them on my own.

It is I who sleeps with them,
all their voices coaxing me under.

They drown my in my own vices:
desire, death, and doubt.

Dream demons
Demon dreams

Psychosis