##sharing my poems 🐆

dreamlike carrot surreal

substantial weird and blurred.

Wet on wine stained expensive clothe

Warm and nice covered with my fears shedded skin 

What if I decide to keep on all the stove burners when I’m only cooking in one, can’t cook with gasoline anymore 

Miss the fire miss the feeling of something happening

Miss the alphabet working on my favor 

The sky won’t change even if I die 

Tree that falls in a forest and no one watching keeps making noise

It’s funny how people misunderstood that phrase

Sounds are vibrations doesn’t need observation to exist

But it’s not about a tree 

Is about a feeling     

Is about loneliness 

It’s about the need of being heard 

Lime, orchid, vulva, pitaya 

I put on my black dirty boots light my sweet leaf and sink in the mattress for a while 

Doesn’t makes me feel safe anymore 

Now it’s just a part of my routine I guess

Part of my rowdy-neatlike dogma

Mucus marbles going down your neck

Mellow watermelon and limy yellow

She’s licking my elbow

Cause I can’t.