BlogHide Resteemsmisterpoet (25)in poetry • 7 years agomilk and honeyyou make me what i thought i'd never become 2 a.m. and you climb my body starving can you smell my fear or is the dripping alcohol strong enough to cover my scent you push into my body…misterpoet (25)in poetry • 7 years agobetween sheetsyour hospital bed took you into its arms and taught you about casketsmisterpoet (25)in poetry • 7 years agoi write poemsan abandoned house loves the fresh air blowing the dried leaves across the peeling linoleum. my face is the decor, grey and splintered, looming above the mantle. the fire is no longer there.…misterpoet (25)in poetry • 7 years agothe season that preys...cold froze the veins in my house & it sits, skeleton bare to the elements. i lie inside it's battered skin digested by the chill. weather knocks on its eyes waiting to come in…misterpoet (25)in poetry • 7 years agothe yellow roomwe place cubes of sunlight in the room to temporarily paint it yellow. the color illuminates the darkened corners: dust, webs and trash - we decide instead to go with the moon.