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Hole

 

Emptiness that you fill up with colors

Emptiness that you fill up with sex.

Madness is running over my body

My legs open against the bed 

Touch me always

I said

Like that feeling of belonging

Change your skin like a snake 

And put your fingers deep inside me.

Orgasms are not mental.

 

 

Wanna play

 

Covered in paint 

Black roses are watered 

By our fluids.

The snake 

Came over to play

In the dark palace 

Where

The moon is talking. 

So we don’t speed up the illusion

We pretend to be static 

To not devour our organs.

Water poem

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I have a poem of every person i fuck with

Kinda Tracey

Kinda fuck boy 

Kinda hopeless 

Poet.

I need love as I need art

I need art as I need life.

I need words

As I need water.

​Jan 07, 2023 - 2:19 

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I’m like a butterfly,

Perfect for a day

Or two.

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I behave like 

A carnivorous plant

1000

Earth

Worms 

Per day.

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Red lights

Red flags 

Turning on and off 

I almost can touch the buildings

With my eyes half way 

Close 

To abyss. 

Open the wigs

Infant,

The sky is

Purple.​​

Jan 06, 2023 - 5:24AM​

 

Algorithm know me better than myself 

Brain fucker 

Mercury in Gemini

Retrograde,

Like your

Retrograde 

Mentality. 

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Wet pussy

Succulent 

and spicy.

Like sashimi with ginger.

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Arrhythmic  

Like

The consistency of my actions.

Like the bpm of your existence.

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Jan 06, 2023 - 3:38AM

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3:00am is like breakfast 

Insomnia

We talk a lot

Like a princess

In bed

Eating ice-cream from deli.

I got an e-mail 

Your account is low 

Low like my Vitamin D 

I’m not into vamps 

anymore

Or unavailable thinkers. 

I’m cracking my bones

Like Baroque 

Symphony

Like my overwhelming amount of concepts

Complexity,

Make the time last. â€‹

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Jan 06, 2023 - 2:16AM

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Cup of coffee

Spliff

Repeat

Cup of coffee

Spliff

Is winter 

And you know the feeling

When 

Wolves

Crave

Intimacy.

Saturn return 

Square,

Tormento.

I miss him,

My Beta fish.

Like that weird feeling of home. 

It’s so hard to paint

When I’m still looking for clips to smoke.

The melody of a broken house

Dadada

Daddy

I need money

I’m creating good work

I’m domesticating my beasts. 

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