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September Feb 2016
They fell down from the sky, they did, their orders.
They came from a place, somewhere higher, then, than we were.
Something higher, then, than us.
Feb 2016 · 485
Everything Turns Gold
September Feb 2016
Nostalgia wasn't a liar, neither was my mind, but we kept having dreams of better times while in the best time of our lives. The golden girl was the girl next door. The golden girl next door. You're too young to feel like a baby again. You're too young to feel like a baby again.

The golden girl next door, behold, a pearl, ex-*****, and a diamond.
grievin'
Feb 2016 · 375
Good|People
September Feb 2016
You mistook rock bottom for a mountain plateau, but you were happy, so we decided not to tell you for awhile.
"Tell you how great it's all gonna be."
September Feb 2016
All three lights were red
but we kept going—
afraid of the silence that would settle
between us if we
were stationary.

In silence
there would have been truth:
We have no common conversation.
Do not read between the lines—there is nothing written there.
"Wake up slow"
Feb 2016 · 380
Highs, Lows, Plateaus.
September Feb 2016
You   feel   it
coming. You
can    always
feel   it  com-
ing.  It's  here
again. Maybe I would rather be low. Here it is, again, the plateau.
Maybe I would rather be low than at a plateau.

Good things come in 3's.
September Feb 2016
I can never heal if all you want me to be is a bleeding heart.
September Feb 2016
And for a whole
          year—
                    the world spun
          for you.

The world spun
                             for you—
          and you stopped it.

You stopped it like
                                 a dime
                         under
                    your
                                  ­                                              thumb.
Feb 2016 · 886
Quantum
September Feb 2016
Einstein was right:
Imagination may take you everywhere
But right now I am destination-based
And the road to the pharmacy can take me
From A to Plan B.
"Logic will get you from A to B. Imagination will take you everywhere."
Jan 2016 · 341
LiQUiD
September Jan 2016
The cancer girl who wrote about the boy who wanted to throw his life away.
******* the way things work.
Jan 2016 · 369
Dips, Peaks.
September Jan 2016
"I don't know how you can be so high and low in the same night."

"It's easy. I'm just highly lonely."
September Jan 2016
"You don't think it's bad, do you? That I keep
Finding myself in the people
I find in my bed on Saturday morning?"
September Jan 2016
Your words were so sweet—
I bet that when you lied through your teeth—
You got cavities.
Jan 2016 · 795
Entire Cities Made of Paper
September Jan 2016
Entire Cities Made of Paper


                                                         ­                            —If you have no free time
Duck your head when you run down the stairs—
                                                         ­ —You will forget what you used to enjoy
Leave at 7:30, not 7:33, the bus is always early—
                                                          ­                                       —In your free time
Paper Thursday, integrate over frequency, tomorrow, today—
Entire bodies made from numbers—           —Entire cities made of paper

I used to swim in seas of possibilities—Now I only drown in rivers of ink
September Jan 2016
I wish I could remember those digits on your dorm room
—of the third floor of a building
I only visited twice—
Because I would have written
three-hundred-something reasons
of why I wish I could have forgotten them.
I think it was 306?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g_72RkQV25Y
Coming in 3's lately.
Jan 2016 · 457
Comely
September Jan 2016
We split ear buds on
the smooth rhythmic train ride of
my hips against yours.
s*xy
Jan 2016 · 419
Pearl J
September Jan 2016
Of back rows, front rows—
Broken eye contact—Day dreams—
And quantum physics.
I was young.


18 to be exact.

Pearl J**.
Jan 2016 · 329
Why do I keep counting?
September Jan 2016
When     it
happened
I     didn't
tell          a
soul.        I
did      not
even   tell
my----self.
Be--cause
wri---ting
about     it
makes   it


real.
Very real.
Title is a Killer's track.
Jan 2016 · 344
A Plot of Options vs Time.
September Jan 2016
It's only when you have the best that you realize you don't want the best, you never really did—you want to struggle to pay the rent, you want to fall asleep angry, because screaming is mean and mean gives you meaning.
Wordy lately, maybe little hatefully lately.
September Jan 2016
My body betrays me.

Blood comes to the surface of my skin
—in a testimony of visual court—
where another lover has bit me.
The other lover is the ground.
Jan 2016 · 278
Self Portrait.
September Jan 2016
He comes
and goes.
He comes
and goes.
There's always marks
and always traces.
I make
the same mistakes
in different
places.
September Jan 2016
If you leave, please stay where you have left to.
sending is pending. sending is pending.
September Jan 2016
No sharks in the waters of your eyes.
No broken pens on the plane heading home.
No missing cards in the deck.
No long red lights and
No happy accidents.
No contrast for your happiness.
*Flying over the French alps but all I see are plateaus.
September Jan 2016
You were the kind of weird
That said hello to strangers
Who did not want to be said hello to
And the kind of weird that
Sat in your mouth for a week
Under your tongue while you stewed the decision
Do I introduce you to my normal friends?
And the kind of weird which
Sat on the couch and stopped talking to me
On our first night together
Just to stare out of my window
In a melodrama fashion that I am guilty of hating
But guilty of once enjoying on you.
The kind of weird which
Intrigued me enough to let you in to
My bed—as well as other things—
After your eyes returned from the window on
That first night together.
You were, however, the kind of normal which
Took me in and never talked to me again. Not kind at all, but normal, very normal.
When I was sad bout a boy who didn't talk to me after we *shhhhh* had ***.
Draft from awhile ago.
Jan 2016 · 357
1989
September Jan 2016
I       was        born       in
1995     but      in     1989,
although         I         may
not          have         lived
then,      I     know     that
if    I    had,     it    would
have          been          the
worst     year     I     have
lived, because you were
born,       today,       then.
melodrama for the melancholic.
Jan 2016 · 1.6k
Cote D'Azur, Nice, France
September Jan 2016
The history of your heart strings,
The singing of angels,
Stained glass, church bells.

You call my name and I am found:
Retracing all of my steps until I find
The ones I took beside you.
4 more nights
September Jan 2016
Musei Vaticani may be meaningful, however
I would rather pace the hallways of
the thin spaces that part the seas of your fingers.

Maybe Michaelangelo was wrong
The creation of man isn't meant for Sistine ceilings but the head of our beds.
Keep you by my eyesight.
Dec 2015 · 383
I miss you
September Dec 2015
Your third eye, your two eyes, you're I, you are I, I,
Yes you.

5:37am.
Late night in Rome listening to Photosynthesis by M3CCA
Dec 2015 · 549
Roma Termini
September Dec 2015
Love hurts
Is what they have been telling you
And you thought that they meant
when Morgan told you that engineering was more important than you, or
when Michael didn't recognize you
In the grocery store, or
when Matt didn't talk to you after you had *** in his fourth floor downtown condo.



Love hurts
When your father would rather
Put a cigarette into coal asthmatic lungs
Than catch the 14:23 train to
Roma Termini station.
Your head was in your mother's lap
For each and every of the 32 minutes
Of countryside crossing.
Roma Fiumicino aeroport to Roma Termini
September Dec 2015
If you love something,

let it go.


If you are hurt by something,

let is go as well.




Does this mean that everything I love is supposed to hurt me?
Stop teaching that love hurts.
September Dec 2015
If you've cheated on every lover you've ever had,
It's probably you.

Actually, on second thought,
It's probably me
petty poems for petty pasts.
September Dec 2015
Your screams are mean, and it seems I am looking for meaning, because
Mean is meaning.
Mean is meaning.
Dec 2015 · 412
17.
September Dec 2015
17.
"You're sweet, little dove;
now bend down and **** me like
a good girl. Good girl"
MS

gah ******.
September Dec 2015
Temptation follows us all
As we spin on this axis
Waiting for tilt
To turn us downward.
How does the world continue to spin
Under all this weight?
Dec 2015 · 360
Hydrostatic Equilibrium
September Dec 2015
I could not be with you so I became you.
Force_grav = Force_pressure
Dec 2015 · 851
Tricky
September Dec 2015
Stop comparing tragedy—
We all know this already—that
Everything hurts.
Dec 2015 · 254
Even in the arms of another
September Dec 2015
I dream of you, but
I do not day dream of you, and
That is a step in the left
Direction.
Nov 2015 · 442
milo
September Nov 2015
when i sleep i sleep alone happily
because we never slept together to begin with
and i don't have your warmth to miss if i
have always lived under blankets and not arms
(but i know i would miss you if i'd had you)
this is about you.
Nov 2015 · 345
Holo
September Nov 2015
sappy lately, maybe happy lately,
maybe lately just greatly lonely?
Nov 2015 · 365
Acadamia
September Nov 2015
i want to write essays about your body
to preach you to ears who
have never heard
your laugh.

i want to create
constellations in your skin
and give each one a history
that i will read to myself
when it is the middle of the night
and you have turned away in your sleep.

because we don't need a background
in physics to know
that i will never
truly, fully, wholly,
understand you—
but you will always be here
covered in that cloud, oh
that cloud of unknowing.
sappy lately, maybe happy lately.
Nov 2015 · 356
Chapel
September Nov 2015
You and I
may not read the same meaning
that God meant for the Bible yet
all I know is that
I went to christian camp, once
but the most religious moment
in my life was last night
when the Sistine chapel doors
of your lips
let me in
to
their
faith.
Nov 2015 · 240
Little business boy
September Nov 2015
you turn around
and my eyes
traverse your spine.
your love touches
mine. life is fine.
life is fine.
you rolled around in your sleep last night.
Nov 2015 · 879
I lacked you
September Nov 2015
I act, I react—
I did not impact your life the exact way you did mine.
You attract me.

I act, I react—
You were the one fact
I could never forget
and I was abstract.
I know I was only there to distract you
from your other lover
who did not love you
as much as I.

I act, I react
and I follow the path
that subtracts
you
from
me.
September Nov 2015
I wonder how many
solved games of solitaire
are equivalent to
an ******.
How many 1's can fit into a 2.
Nov 2015 · 272
SSLOWW
September Nov 2015
When I was seventeen
I was content with marriage.

I am more afraid of commitment
when we do not acknowledge it.

Do not go blindly into
this night.

Tell me where we are going.
I turn my high beams on
when I drive the freeway.
Nov 2015 · 321
Worri
September Nov 2015
It doesn't matter
what you tell me
and what I tell you.

You could be mine
and I could be yours
but twenty three days of silence
could write a lot more love letters
than us.
September Nov 2015
I crossed my bed to find you
and found the Atlantic Ocean instead
Nov 2015 · 267
Rotator
September Nov 2015
What are you doing eleven months from now?
I want to take you on a destination wedding to
the seventh circle of my
mind.
Nov 2015 · 696
Rachel
September Nov 2015
If
you had enjoyed the touch
of the grass on your skin
only a moment longer
than you did.

If
you had given into that
sweet street side indulgence
and walked but
twenty more steps into the night.

If
you had loved the lights
of the Paris city center
only thirty minutes more.

If
the sound of your opinions
fell quiet against
the sound of someone trying
to silence you with theirs.
She got home 30 minutes before it happened and all I can think is If.
September Nov 2015
We went for soup and I got salad.
Nov 2015 · 720
dark matter
September Nov 2015
ninety-six percent of all matter is unseen, but acknowledged.
I call it, "the second greatest taunt from god"
the first? to create you—


and take you away
still miss you
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