Phrased Phases

About her

Some nights, when she knows 
I am alone
she'll come down
and knock twice. 

If I catch it, I open. 

She won't enter, no. 
Not until she holds my heart
and feels it beat, at twice the speed. 

She turns me around,
and puts it back in. 
Brings her lips closer, 
as it beats quicker. 

Her fingers trace...
harsh lines from a mean bra
and her lips soothe, 
slow and steady. 

Then we go to bed
and she hugs me, heart in hand
making sure it doesnt break, 
making sure it doesnt hurt. 
Phrased Phases

Self Deprivation

I have not written for myself

in a long time.

So I feel myself



slowly away.

Phrased Phases

For People Like Me

For people like me,
it is discomfort
to navigate space, 
to stand still and observe,
to dissolve apprehensions.
Our world is a box
with no other being.
Only their effect--
their eyes. 

People like me,
We catch movements.
Hidden conversation.
Hateful eyes, 
mocking eyes. 
We reel them in with fear,
and revel in them.
It is always about us.
They hate us. 

For people like me, 
private spaces do not exist. 
There is a constant eye--
My eye 
in another's eye. 
I'm the only person we watch, 
Every move, a fault. 
Every thought, judgment. 

Phrased Phases

After a Short Break

Pain is a burrow 
that digs itself
into the crevices of your mind
deeper and deeper.

Each shovel 
striking deep 
into fresh organic mind,
harder than it's predecessors.

They never stop digging,
these madenning shoveliers.
They only pause, 
and like all pauses before
this too is temporary,
waiting to strike again 
after a short break.  

Phrased Phases

To the spy behind my webcam

Every message that I sent

To read it he was hell bent.

Peering eyes behind a screen

Looming all over an anxious teen.

Every picture, every text

Always wondering, what was next?

My first internet friend

A personal, private fiend.

But I too knew some secret code

And so I slipped on incognito mode.

Sniggering, laughing, chuckling, howling

Finally I’d escape unnecessary scowling!

But all at once, I stopped and stared

At one big eye that glared and glared.

My first internet friend- a spy!

A powerful man scared of “why?”

There really seemed to be no way

To keep these nosy men at bay.

And so I picked up a thin white sheet

And cut it out to suit the feat.

Over the webcam with tape it stuck

Poor powerful man, so out of luck!

The peering eye over my screen,

Everything seen was now unseen.

The spy behind my webcam