Panacea of Rhapsody

Do you know what it's like to be in the blues? Detached from the world?

I received a great reaction to the last one, and so this might be a weekly thing. Do you know what it’s like to be in the blues? Detached from the world? Not because of choice necessarily, but for survival. Because in my case, I do. I have kept trying, reaching out, hoping, and praying that it might be different the next time. It isn’t. I have been a little naive in that way. But not so long…

Do you know what it's like to be in the blues? Detached from the world?

I received a great reaction to the last one, and so this might be a weekly thing. Do you know what it’s like to be in the blues? Detached from the world? Not because of choice necessarily, but for survival. Because in my case, I do. I have kept trying, reaching out, hoping, and praying that it might be different the next time. It isn’t. I have been a little naive in that way. But not so long…

i'm a pleading mess, color pallid,

how long does it take to forget, feeling ferociously until i’m a pleading mess, color pallid, sweaty palms, what do i do. i look at your favorite color; i mean i look at black and, no black’s my favorite color. why does my brain still associate it with you? you left. and that’s the end of that. but why does my stubborn brain put me through this trial until i can’t breathe. my heart…

i'm a pleading mess, color pallid,

how long does it take to forget, feeling ferociously until i’m a pleading mess, color pallid, sweaty palms, what do i do. i look at your favorite color; i mean i look at black and, no black’s my favorite color. why does my brain still associate it with you? you left. and that’s the end of that. but why does my stubborn brain put me through this trial until i can’t breathe. my heart…

we are immortals.

NOTE: My poetry book, Six Times Forever, is on a 47% discount for Prime Day. Today. Get your copy now. 🙂 did you know? in dog-reality, we live five hundred or more years. we are immortals. we are giants. we are slow to grow. what are we in our world? i guess it doesn’t matter. you said you wouldn’t and you did anyway. left. even in dog years it would count as a blink of an eye. not a…

how long will you stay... hushed?

how long will you stay… hushed? when will you stop the injustice and undeserved pain? when will you ride out the truth and face the consequences? when will you stop being a shadow of yourself and embrace the intimacy of honesty? speak up, speak loud, and speak now! Six Times Forever: A Poetic Recollection of Hopeless Romanticism is available on Amazon. Click on paperback or kindle to…

how long will you stay...

how long will you stay… hushed? when will you stop the injustice and undeserved pain? when will you ride out the truth and face the consequences? when will you stop being a shadow of yourself and embrace the intimacy of honesty? speak up, speak loud, and speak now! Six Times Forever: A Poetic Recollection of Hopeless Romanticism is available on Amazon. Click on paperback or kindle to…

I won't lie. This is a lot easier if you have a crush or love someone. You don't even have to think for the words to flow. A magic faucet. When you think of someone, and you lose control of your thoughts. You're at a loss for words but not really.

I won’t lie. This is a lot easier if you have a crush or love someone. You don’t even have to think for the words to flow. A magic faucet. When you think of someone, and you lose control of your thoughts. You’re at a loss for words but not really. How do you describe eyes as deep and compelling as hers? How do you explain what her smile does to you– butterflies in your stomach are just a…

why do you have me in a trance, baby?

i can spend hours listening to you; your tongue roll the words out, a mellifluous melody that counteracts maladies heard all day long and i close my eyes, letting your voice graze my skin; i am not naked but the touch of your ethereal voice, and it cracks when you have a glint in your eye and when you’re passionate about something, i wish i was that thing instead of just hanging by every…

why do you have me in a trance, baby?

i can spend hours listening to you; your tongue roll the words out, a mellifluous melody that counteracts maladies heard all day long and i close my eyes, letting your voice graze my skin; i am not naked but the touch of your ethereal voice, and it cracks when you have a glint in your eye and when you’re passionate about something, i wish i was that thing instead of just hanging by every…

i am surrounded by darkness,

shattered glass spikes my bare feet, sending a rush of adrenaline, buzzing electricity pulsates as my brain scrambles to its own dimension; i am surrounded by darkness, a vast field of nothingness; where am i? stroking away at the suddenness of cracking sounds colors spray all over me until i’m a mesh of rainbow, scaled up on the sky amongst the thick white clouds. i close my…

but it is easier to change the material,

it doesn’t always take forever to pick up your broken parts; it doesn’t always end how you want it to. you are the one who needs to mend your heart but it is easier to change the material, from warm muscles to cold bricks than heal the teared up heart filled with grief. maybe then i won’t ever be hurt again. maybe then i won’t be made to feel not enough. Six Times Forever: A Poetic…

And the reality is we are fed these ideas of grandeur and big gestures, but in reality, the little things reflect how much you care.

Do you know how the little moments always bring you so much joy?Like the way, someone reacts to something. Like poking someone just to laugh about it in the most harmless way because you know you’re home? And the reality is we are fed these ideas of grandeur and big gestures, but in reality, the little things reflect how much you care. How teasing someone gently and laughing together can make…

you are like the rest of 'em, indistinguishable.

Note: There’s an uncensored version of this poem, but because i don’t publish poems like that, i want to know if you would be interested in it. do you ever just want to scream at someone who broke your heart? yell, all your frustration condensed to one primal cry. it hurts not because it is over, everything ends, but they were supposed to stay. so what do you do? you remind yourself of…

you are like the rest of 'em, indistinguishable.

Note: There’s an uncensored version of this poem, but because i don’t publish poems like that, i want to know if you would be interested in it. do you ever just want to scream at someone who broke your heart? yell, all your frustration condensed to one primal cry. it hurts not because it is over, everything ends, but they were supposed to stay. so what do you do? you remind yourself of…

who knows what tomorrow holds,

your worst moment can lead to greener pastures; just like the sun, the lows pass, ebbing and flowing into each other until all that remains is chaos and unperturbed energy. i snort at the thought of wondering if it would ever get better again. i couldn’t believe it possible, but vámonos, time is the best of healers but it’s so unreliable. who knows what tomorrow holds, what trick time…

it's not the dream that hollows you out; it's the hope.

Hey, you all. Thank you for reading my melodramatic and weird poems. I wanted to let you know I have been working on a book for a while, and it might be ready to release in a few months. I am hoping this third book from me excites you. Please show me some support to encourage me to finish it sooner. 🙂 dreams- i was too distracted by the glimmering idea of something that i forgot i had…