RiBear

 There's a slab of stress inside of me. It's giving me canker sores (stress) and stomach aches (stress) and I can't sleep (STRESS).  The slightest thing makes my heart hammer, makes my blood boil.  It's like forgetting something, and you know you've forgotten something but you don't know what it was, and you know forgetting it is going to cause you a whole shitload of troubles. All I've forgotten how to do is feel normal. But the only thing that makes me feel normal again is…  forgetting.  Which is really, really funny. Ironic. Rough. Hard to stomach.  Violent. Violence, and violets. She brought me violets, when we first met. It was a

Rain falls and breaks bones X-ray shows that no one's home A hollowed out chest and sea of violent bile Crashes on the shore of their consciences A work life, a bleeding, seeping pile of casualties He's got a family at home but no love to spare A righteous ache from clenching, grinding teeth Swallowing wild theories. Trying to think While sanitizing paper cuts These ugly times bring up the worst Strips truth of dignity, Strips dignity of purpose And he'd swallow dirt to spit verity: "Right the wrongs, and kiss the boys."

Twelve minutes after I was told that I was insane, I was back out on the streets with unsuspecting innocents. Walking among people who weren't missing pieces of their mental jigsaw. I didn't see any faces as I got back into the fray. I felt the heat of that July afternoon scorched my lungs, and everything was bleached with the sunlight. Just bodies in generic clothing, milling about in a giant concrete maze, blind to exactly what was happening around them. Living around each other instead of together. My breath was ragged in my ears. Somewhere, the clock tower began to toll like musical thunder.  It caused a clutching feeling in the cavity o

Hearts and Hearths by Jacquelyn Blue There is a girl called Cinders she lost her glass shoe But Prince Charming went to battle And he never found the clue So now the girl is empty Sparrows kiss her dainty feet No ever after pending She sweeps the ashy street White lace and blue ribbon Ruined in the stress Tears and dust and Cinders In her dirty wedding dress.

blue ink, SPLAT i still feel that hail on a hot roof top- don't stop. rush me, touch me, too much me make our lips lock while we run down the clock and i'll keep time just so you can be mine, valentine.

where I never walked I never saw those depths the ones the footprints left my pulsing heart still, a chill breath and the boy smiles a flicker of light, life, in day's depression your lips meet lips your feet step light you palm to palm, to and from a timely waltz on the face of time windows dusty from debris of ages can't degrade the amorous brush of a lover midnight's metronome pulse with the black velvet act and untouchable affection curves and valleys, snowy, sanctuary an outpouring sonata echoes but never further from empty

God orders twin espressos Twice the syrup, double whip, Extra sweet, extra hot But he drinks his milk fat free He sits and stares in the manufactured relaxation his eyes black as coffee, his hair dark as sin and he smirks, breathing steam Sampling the soul I can't pray because he'll hear me I can't speak because he knows my mouth I can only burn with reverence Just another scorched, holy, cappuccino tongue He laughs like rumbling thunder Hot coals glow under his breath Shakes his head, and smiles, speaks in a rainfall whisper- "Jesus christ! Say anything," I ask him to take my pulse Am I half empty or half full? Any more

The separation of church and fate Of the ghost and the soul Of the imprint and the footstep Of fingerprints warming palms to pink Butterfly kisses dampened by warm, smooth lines Crushed and contoured together, arms and legs and hands An air light sheet of damp anticipation in morning dew A velvet portrait Something beyond tenderness Evoking the desperation of the joints The cells for their attentions All is not what it seems, innocent or clean Staining the pristine window of affection Dusty on the inside with raw reaction and lust Blocking the purity of the sunshine This confusion is the infusion of love and potion Not equal