questionthebox

[questionthebox]

Confronting The Father

Reveals

The Universe In The Jaws

Of

A Blood drenched monster,

Elevated to Godhood

Incarnate it becomes

A hero

Who once it encounters

The truth of its parentage

Has a choice

Become enraged, meaning to become the monster

You sought to slay

Or to confront this evil in peace,

Revealing the pieces of self left astray.

#poets on tumblr #poetry #poem #spilled ink #writeblr #writers of tumblr

[questionthebox]

As Earth Consumed itself

Inwards Inquiry

Broke

My Labyrinthine

Obelisk

Which once touched

Spoke

Of

Seeds, Ripped, Bloody,

Scattered,

A Shadowed Mother,

&

Mirrored Father.

#poets on tumblr #poetry #poem #spilled ink #writeblr #writers of tumblr

[questionthebox]

Behind the little girl

Is the woman encased in mirror.

Her poetry,

Madness, prejudiced by idiots who do not understand

That this is a woman’s seasons in hell,

Where she rips herself apart

By being seen, & unseen,

This tragedy, was done to her via

Sex,

Which we never confront coherently.

Brutishly, imagine Sex being done to a child.

Remain there for a moment,

Maybe you’ll meet my mother,

Maybe you’ll meet Lizzie too,

She watches my Instagram story

Behind a profile pic

Where a woman reveals a ghastly grotesque mask

In her December,

Her Bio is ripped from being Seen,

Yet

The poetry remains succinct

Screaming

SOMETHING.

(Because I Am Who I Say I Am)

#poets on tumblr #poetry #poem #spilled ink #writeblr #writers of tumblr

[questionthebox]

In favor of romance,

Sunday,

Was spent,

Amidst Conversation, Boats, Bistros,

On a bench,

Where a Grey Olive Bird greeted us,

My therapist later relayed today

That, that woman feels safe with me.

When we parted, Sunday that is,

&

I drove through Long Beach,

I came to understand my own virtue

&

The beauty there in,

Of what alludes most,

Which is true sensuality & intimacy.

#poets on tumblr #poetry #poem #spilled ink #writeblr #writers of tumblr

[questionthebox]

She was never open

Because no man’s love was taught to her coherently

She watches me,

Because it’s the little girl who is watching,

I was once a little lost boy.

Swallowed through his mothers shadow

With each meet and greet

Accompanied by malice or grief,

In our forest,

On the cliff overlooking our midnight

Ocean Blues,

The hand signified life,

Signified connection,

Communication-Communication.

Her replies, stopped short of being stocked

Her December beauty

A reality, triggered by drug abuse.

Clarity Seen Me,

&

It cannot be unsent,

Your correspondence was staged,

In the brutality of what has become of you.

(Saving You, Part 1)

#poets on tumblr #poetry #poem #spilled ink #writeblr #writers of tumblr

[questionthebox]

It matters not to me

Each plodding mistake

Uttered by a country

Content to vanish behind pot holed streets

As if to fill them with the twerking asses

Of

Lower Caste Races,

Themselves so far removed from personhood

As to say they are the post consumerist barbarism

Pointing at scraps of what will become

Worshiped sooner or later,

#poets on tumblr #poetry #poem #spilled ink #writeblr #writers of tumblr

[questionthebox]

Even if I never write about these loves,

This year

Made me, forfeit any pretension of the cloth,

So as to say,

Self Inquiry & External Inquiry

Lack of fear,

Open to love, drawing fourth women of virtue,

This is what lasts,

Through each week of each month,

#poets on tumblr #poetry #poem #spilled ink #writeblr #writers of tumblr

[questionthebox]

What drew fourth safety

Was my virtue.

It’s imperial voice,

Commuting itself utterly to her life.

It stays finally.

Wave goodbye

Anthony,

The perch suits your outfit.

#poets on tumblr #poetry #poem #spilled ink #writeblr #writers of tumblr

[questionthebox]

Slept With The Witch Circe Again.

they are searching

for beauty,

siphoned off from flame.

impenetrable siren,

flicked me off on the bridge, of stranded vehicles.

tickling dry laughter,

roping trite evil,

around lathered necks,

can you hear each marauding step ?

plus one, on the docket,

our oldest last empire,

a waving set,

correspondence, honey, lets just have sex,

opps there she is again,

Sex,

Sex is a woman,

Sex is a man,

will comment further on this,

#poets on tumblr #poetry #poem #spilled ink #writeblr #writers of tumblr

[questionthebox]

Next Months Rents.

loading demeanors-violence,

by

city scape,

tucked in between

crooked cops,

tax lien properties, I purchased,

while having my food stamps card,

tucked in-between someone's babies mothers ass,

Last Call

This,

Shooting The Television,

As The Moon Glistens.

#poets on tumblr #poetry #poem #spilled ink #writeblr #writers of tumblr

[questionthebox]

The Emperor.

no man said anything,

they just emptied themselves

into sitting politely,

so that the frame was a king, stranded amongst the slaves,

my question remained adjacent

to the rising tide,

what we will do going forward is

permissive,

no more secrets.

#poetry #poets on tumblr #poem #spilled ink #writeblr #writers of tumblr

[questionthebox]

No Obsession.

levels, and layers, of eunuchs, morbidly obese nitwits,

contented,

to a yes mam, no sir,

series of placements.

yell out to pick up the shit,

no one answers,

its laid out,

chalk lines, say hello, from the gift passed onto my ancestry,

#poets on tumblr #poetry #poem #spilled ink #writeblr #writers of tumblr

[questionthebox]

Of Haley & Things.

my actual wife, laid, bare, her, hands, from the prison, the child

painted, ruling, out her own words, a psycho dramatic reenactment

of what the lost little girl,

thinks a woman is.

DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMN

buddy,

and we press forward flyers

saying how these bitches want to be saluted

for being slated

to be sluted out.

apparently the polaroid picture aesthetic posted

on these bitches instagram,

is a dead give away,

stranded from 27 to 33.

and these same bitches talking about

being left with a bear,

instead of you, but not me,

Seven Days

Of The 8th

spent time like

holding heaven

where they have haven's

selling shit,

to the sheep,

so they could believe that its more than sleep,

wait yeah, ok,

she swam, with eyes, simply marinated to the heart,

text messages,

instagram messages,

Tumblr messages,

fictional, figurative, narratives, unseen, sent,

Talking Now, btw,

TBH

phone drifting,

a new edition, ringing, ringing,

are we bed rotting ?

was the dog, the book, the hand,

SOS,

get Rihanna get Drake,

better yet Hozier, & Florence Welch,

its what they want to SEE

From Here & Back Again.

#poets on tumblr #poetry #poem #spilled ink #writers of tumblr #writeblr

[questionthebox]

IX XI

[questionthebox]

with much more at stake,

up in the sky,

sang,

I conquered to kill injustice,

its different.

live for 400 years and a man still will be asked if he can be trusted.

in these many looks,

it is just the same thing,

no matter its brilliance or idiocy.

#poets on tumblr #poetry #poem #spilled ink #writeblr #writers of tumblr

[questionthebox]

Spice Girls - Say You'll Be There (1996)

[questionthebox]

Eating Pussy On The Midday Train.

#word