How do I eloquently introduce you to the demons in my bed? Should they join us at the table as we go to break our bread? Before I set their place, should I tell you how they’re fed? The living eats a little different than the dead. How do I elegantly articulate all the thoughts…
What would they say… these flowers on our graves? About the people we were- without knowing the waters we’d wade? Casting shadows over where we lay– as they long to taste intentions, of the words we’ll never say. Nourished by the envy seeping 6ft from where we fade. Caged to feel them flourish above the…
We are but strangers, disguised as temporary love. Cloaked even from ourselves as we enter the room with intentions uncertain and fall into quiet madness. For in this moment, we play at the peak of a pedestal we never knew we built. Marbled with projections of the holes we have within ourselves that we hide…
Oh uncertainty… wrap yourself around me. Pack my life in a suitcase and let me wander free. Tell me of the mountains as you guide me to the sea. I’ll learn what I need, from the places I go, about who I’m meant to be. Oh uncertainty… keep your gaze upon me, help me aim…
Search for meanings in mountains, Observing from the sky. Ranges like encryptions, To decode as I fly. My path becomes clearer When viewed from so high. But this connection is different, And I may never see why. An ascent to more hellos? Or an eventual goodbye? And why with answers uncertain Am I so willing…
Where are all my savage souls, that want a little grit to show, that struggle for the sake to grow, that know it’s the ragged ones that are truly whole. But it takes a timely toll — proving patience right. Appealing to our sense of sight, to see it’s not just death that requires fight,…
stop trying to choose how others should care— we’ve always been ones to do as we dare; knowing there’s deeper burdens to bare, hidden in levels of being aware. at least it will always be as we faire, for how we vanish into thin air; as that is only a step of the stair, when…
I hate you time, we are the same, We learned to love in a different way. And as that way may consume the mind, I cannot stay, I change with time. Now, Now, before it’s then, Now that those times can’t come again. Oh how long it’s always been, When you’re living in thoughts of…
Again, I am spotted at my windowsill– Feet dangling in the damp, summer air, With my gaze locked on the horizon. “What had I imagined all the years before”? The thought circles around in my mind while the light rain trickles in and the steam of my coffee trickles out— I take a sip. I’ve…
Under the stars with a bottle of whatever; counterfeit conversations with a hint of clever. Bullshit the day; Mimic the chatter Listen to nonsense that one day won’t matter. A few more sips and I start to slip, Unmonitored ramblings escape my lips. Quick, add a laugh, so no one catches the shift, and as…
Spring has sprung, let the rivers run, Towards the bay, towards the fun, Towards waters wading everyone. Upon approach, the sight does stun As the shallow waters seem over-run. All seek the tides warmed by the sun, Yet, in the depths, they’re nearly none… The water is different out here, Things are not as they…
I want to feel for another, The way I feel for a storm. Blanketed by calm and peace, As the rain begins to fall. The strikes of lightning– each more memorizing and enchanting than the last– drawing me towards as the thunder crashes beside me. Shaking the earth beneath my legs as They move with…
Love so strange. I change, you change, But this…won’t change. So strange, As you seep into my brain, derange. As I feel you at close range, derange. Then as you fade… Like a figment of my mind–I pine, For when we can collide at the same time. For when your thoughts collide with mine. I…
I break my heart To flood the feeling. It has become too easy To close off ‘til numb. Rationalize irrational movements Just to feel the current run. But no one’s safe in shallow waters The riptide tangles through everyone.
If I hum while I write, am I making music? If I write the blues with saxophones serenading my soul, are my words jazz? If a single string of notes can spark my passion, cause me to lunge across the room for my pen, are my thoughts lyrics? Is an artist inspired by an artist…
5 AM; Bag already checked. Undoubtedly the traveler wandering east —to—> west. Coffee in hand, purposefully propped, slowly undresses itself of the condensation provoked, partially, by my neglecting lips… …Lips presently clasped as my eyes roam the rapid crowds. Casually considering the blur of faces flowing past me in waves… …Waves of droplets beat against…
How Do You Love A Girl That Loves The World? Do you dive straight for the depths of her soul through the trenches of her mind? Or do you travel into her memory eluding concepts of time? How long do you spend making love to her intentions? Can you see past the shimmer of…
She envies those aware that the enemies firing at them are the adversaries; As her’s often seem to be spies, once within enemy lines, trusted with weapons… Forcing her to stumble towards provoked changes in course, because–when she doesn’t see the rug about to be pulled out from under her– She blames herself for falling.…
How endowed we all are, gifted with the proficiency of perception, Entrusted with the ability to venture down the many rabbit holes of unique understandings to better comprehend the varying spectrums of ever-developing thought; If only we may choose to take the time… Maybe then we may consider that we are continuously changing beings, steadily…
Never view a positive mind with ease, please. Understand, it is draining not to give into the fall, to believe I am capable of flying even as I crawl. So do not assume I’m weak, as I willingly turn the other cheek, there is more to a mountain than simply the peak. Still, Day after…
There you are, my familiar bane. Quick with a knife, yet slow to drain. The smile on my face, now layers back screams, As this beautiful disaster discloses at the seams. For a manipulative madness infects my tangled thoughts Critiques and contorts them ‘til their consistency rots. As a poetic memoir alliterating a mind’s misuse,…
A Dream Recollection — Goodbye To The Face On The Moon For years, I’ve admired the face on the moon. Then…. I’m suddenly conscious amongst chaos. Black ash quickly surrounds me—surrounds everything. I hear blasts like canons storming the sky as enflamed masses of matter cascade towards us…causing so much destruction upon collision. It…
*Dedicated to the heart pictured in post, formed by fishing line, that I stumbled upon on a beach in Oregon The unfinished heart, alone in the sand Constructed by beauty, unnoticed by man It traveled the waters, chasing the rain Desiring such droplets that fall without pain Now guided by the chimes dancing in the…
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