dead eyes
can't be sure if I'm describing mine as I typed or yours as you read
dead in the way locusts' husks blow away in the second breeze
dead like the flowers you gave me
I wish we could go away where no one sees our
dead eyes
Nov 24, 2013
Nov 24, 2013 at 7:34 PM UTC
Sitting in a pool of churning *****
Humanity tries to run away from its vile reflection
Eventually the image is reflected, refracted, if only in the glamorous glimmer of the body's refuse
Whispers morph into whistling hurricanes and cackling animal faces until only spiderwebs linger
Oct 30, 2013
Oct 30, 2013 at 10:48 PM UTC
Next time I'm nauseous with ideas of you and my head peers into the toilet bowl
Stomach empty and heart perilously full
Maybe enough dry heaves will yield a purge of a better kind
And all my thoughts and feelings which centered around you might lose their point of orbit allowing inertia to plunge them into deep space
Through the black hole of my heart and out my mouth
I want you gone and I want you here
Oct 28, 2013
Oct 28, 2013 at 9:21 PM UTC
I turn my head in your direction and you meet my eyes
I cry and you still hold my sighs
You know I need extremes and this slippery inbetween of ours will be the death of me
All I can hope for, is that you'll miss me.
Oct 28, 2013
Oct 28, 2013 at 9:13 PM UTC
We suited up to mount our steeds of mortality and combat Time on an open playing field
But Time merely turned us against the other
And Time prevailed against the army of one
Oct 28, 2013
Oct 28, 2013 at 9:10 PM UTC
Don't tell me you love me
Tell me why you write
Don't say I'm beautiful or funny or smart or even a gem
Tell me whose face fills your mind's eye as you pause in between writing
Do you chew on your pencil staring into pasts of me or presents of hers?
Are the scratches in your journal attempts to cross me out or boundary lines?
Am I a crime scene with yellow tape?
Because I think of you everyday.
Write of you everyday.
42 is your favorite number after all
Oct 28, 2013
Oct 28, 2013 at 8:29 PM UTC
You told me you cried this morning
And I am crying just imagining
You're unbearable, you are
Oct 25, 2013
Oct 25, 2013 at 8:16 PM UTC
It's a little bit funny
That I have written you forty letters of regret and tears
But we smile in person
We joke and play and laugh and smile and smile and smile
But I am the most selfish person you'll meet and I want you back
I didn't know you before
I didn't deserve you before
I don't deserve you now, but I think I can handle it now
I haven't begun to apologize because I can't stop the flow of words once they start
Love me
Oct 25, 2013
Oct 25, 2013 at 8:15 PM UTC
I'm losing count because today was another crying day
Days like these when I realize I left you and you'll be leaving me so soon
Clinging to friendship like a smiling noose
I would have kept you if I could.
Oct 25, 2013
Oct 25, 2013 at 8:11 PM UTC
I am so very in love with the idea of you
That I sob words
I just need to know what you feel
(do I really)
I can handle it
(natural disasters just allow for the succession of a better ecosystem, right?)
Oct 19, 2013
Oct 19, 2013 at 10:54 PM UTC