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"221 West Neck"

by _broze

I was held together by her humble hands for so long. I watched delicate skin weather to a blue-gray. As time would have it, her mind began to drift away... away to a place only she knew. A place I wish was always safe and warm with a fres...

0 Likes | 0 comment | 54 views | | May 8, 2022

"Social Median"

by _broze

Unlike many, I never became a writer. Writing was never something that happened to me. Eloquence of speech rarely echoes from lips More so drips in fine lines along starches of paper, Contained delicately-no- deliberately between red an...

0 Likes | 0 comment | 199 views | | January 31, 2022

"Enthralled"

by _broze

Body hung on bone zippered in by seams of skin, sand colored. His mouth curled toward the sunny shore. I had never loved him so extremely before. The breeze danced between us incrementally, sweet. Representing love that could relieve. T...

0 Likes | 0 comment | 158 views | General | August 16, 2021

"Tired 1"

by _broze

I hear train bells as they clumsily clatter through the emptied streets behind the farm. I have grown to fit this bed, to pay this rent. Truth be, my feet still stretch out on a quest for more linen. I remember being her...hopeful. Withou...

0 Likes | 0 comment | 347 views | General | May 4, 2021

"Mah"

by _broze

I don’t even have space for you in my memory. My head is stuffed like turkey with fallacies of union between what is native and what has filled the void. Who I have become is a large percentage of natural flavors being added to a mix th...

0 Likes | 0 comment | 326 views | General | April 13, 2021

"Drunken Dancer"

by _broze

When my mind wants to dance, I always hold her heels. Bare feet... She likes to hold the floor with the grasp of ten toes. Unpolished, but worn to a neat edge- the product of a sneaking shoe. She likes Bare feet. A reminder...

9 Likes | 1 comment | 848 views | General | April 25, 2018

"#45"

by _broze

I wish Donald Trump 4 am-fall on to any hard/supportive surface- menstrual cramps The kind that make you grind your teeth when a man speaks of you as if he knew a thing of being woman. The kind you'd remember during your eleven hour, mini...

5 Likes | 1 comment | 908 views | General | March 8, 2018

"It’s been ages"

by _broze

Hands haven’t held, hips haven’t hugged, since January. Lips’ve licked lonesome tears as they cascaded down cheeks of lover longing. Today isn’t tomorrow until it’s exed-off of the countless collection of days caged in the neat...

1 Like | 0 comment | 789 views | General | March 8, 2018

"A Convection Conception"

by _broze

English, a pastry baked in a circular disc. Lacking edge- Buttery utterances that when in synch with certain times, are comfort food. Flaky, as words are fleeting like simple crumbs submitting to gravity's will. Thin, as we often guar...

1 Like | 2 comments | 859 views | General | February 16, 2018

"Clock In"

by _broze

Karmen. Gently frayed, silvered/greyed wiry hair Beautiful in a residual everlasting way. She had nerves that clink in her head like dirty forks hitting the bacteria infested sink. Thoughts of Spending money, of saving time-...

5 Likes | 1 comment | 769 views | General | January 19, 2018

"Our Own."

by _broze

I am a woman. A tulip bulb planted within my mother before the growing season. Blossoming while others are set to seed. Ready, emerging -beautifully so. A flower, followed by leaves that cut; never to bleed. Breasts that hang like our...

1 Like | 1 comment | 901 views | General | December 15, 2017

"Coins for a Piggy Bank Heart"

by _broze

He has lips of a sweet plum's paste, thick, warm, and textured. They kiss in layers, peeling back the pages I've written outside of his arms. They undress my shoulders as they make their way down my neck. A gentle, but apparent, graze...

3 Likes | 2 comments | 820 views | General | November 3, 2017

"honest curls"

by _broze

If only you could write her thoughts from behind those oval eyes. from underneath that choppy, frayed, bang from deep within that powdery, brie skin. You may learn that she's the most eccentric flavor that has ever swept your palette. S...

3 Likes | 1 comment | 884 views | General | October 25, 2017

"E Nuff"

by _broze

capitalize that letter. capitalize that gain. capitalIMGOINGINSANE. should i sit back and be party to such crimes? watch from the kitchen as everyone dines. not one man is divine. it high time we get some spine....

2 Likes | 1 comment | 904 views | General | October 5, 2017

"Pier Pressure: Sunny Dock"

by _broze

The sun shines bright here. It intoxicates the population of beasts with a sip of a faux reality. Sure, there are umbrellas. But who wants to shield from a sun that warms the wiry flesh, as it cools the Earth's core- with the buzz of a...

1 Like | 1 comment | 977 views | Poetry | September 12, 2017

"I see my shadow in the street"

by _broze

Grab me, squeeze me, hold me dear. To leave this box, is something I irrationally fear. To bounce around is all I ever knew- like a friendship that never bothered to grow root. Mentally, I lug around the scars of a past I survived....

2 Likes | 0 comment | 897 views | Poetry | September 12, 2017

"plastic bag"

by _broze

A dirty, filthy grime. Seat me over there beside the window, For a sip of the air that isn't fresh. For a bite of a view that isn't natural. To chew, gag, and swallow in chunks. To see a dog on a leash- Choked, but fed by humanity. T...

1 Like | 0 comment | 997 views | Poetry | September 11, 2017

"big bear"

by _broze

hold me in your rainy- day arms smother me in your heart- healing hugs rot me in your candied- center, cavity ridden teeth roll me in your carpet of affection love me like you do how you do. ...

1 Like | 1 comment | 982 views | Poetry | September 11, 2017

"global warming is a thing cunts"

by _broze

candied ideals sweetened to hide the bitter rhind of this lemon in space each blemish in the skin earned by the shameful lies we whisper to ease the pain of the inevitable....

0 Likes | 1 comment | 859 views | Poetry | September 11, 2017

"can’t cockblock the corazon"

by _broze

You see, the safe sheets where I once would run have gone stale. Where once this love was welcome now denied, called counterfeit. But as my heart is full my head has gone empty. Afraid to own these thoughts, I still think like a well-...

1 Like | 0 comment | 852 views | Poetry | September 11, 2017

"chicas worldwide"

by _broze

I am sorry For you don't see your entirety. You're strong, beautiful, and wise- Still hold fast to surprise May each night you live be starry, Filled with hopes and shooting stars- NOT peacefully escaping bars untouched- safe...

2 Likes | 0 comment | 896 views | Poetry | September 11, 2017

"Honey Bee…"

by _broze

Subway cars swinging from the bars easily entertained by the flutter of your eyelashes. we made love once with just our eyes- as you were seated, pressed thighs. I wanna know your lips, I wanna live within the blossom of your smile,...

1 Like | 1 comment | 874 views | Poetry | September 11, 2017

"DCL"

by _broze

I hold you in my mind the way a hummingbird sips at the feeder. I roll that sweet,wet drop that is you along my tongue and against my teeth... I am parched, deprived of you. I want to taste every trace of you along my palette. You illum...

2 Likes | 2 comments | 1064 views | Poetry | September 11, 2017

"a figure called “MOM”"

by _broze

I knew of you. My eyes branded in your fine detail. The inky black current of your Albanian hair that swam behind you- I pause, stop, play, and rewind you in my head. I have memories of staring into your burning yellow eyes searching....

1 Like | 2 comments | 948 views | Poetry | September 7, 2017

"being a big girl"

by _broze

Drop to your knees tell him your secrets spiced tears that burn your eyes a painful stream honey, wake up realize you forgot how to dream Bones fused, forgotten to be used touch your toes Reach for something you don't need big m...

2 Likes | 2 comments | 853 views | Poetry | September 7, 2017

"Underground"

by _broze

I feel you in my dreams like pepper of a course grind. I close my eyes and rewind, afraid of sleep. I know the steps, the way of the road Each imperfection in the path. I know the way the pebbles piled at the edge of the stoop lay again...

1 Like | 0 comment | 913 views | Poetry | September 7, 2017