I'm funny like a heart attack
You're as pretty as a car crash
We could work like that
Jul 15, 2021
Jul 15, 2021 at 9:49 PM UTC
the words don't come anymore
atleast not as easily
i have to pry them out with a crowbar
the rhymes die by the end of the fourth line
im so lazy
ill let my blood drip on the page
then call it writing
Apr 22, 2016
Apr 22, 2016 at 3:32 AM UTC
the leaves all left
you went west again
i know you can't stand
to see all that death
i don't blame you
those feet belong on the beach
not between frozen lakes
or forming paths over concrete
please don't mind me trembling
my palms are becoming mistakes
you must've felt their fault lines
so here's hoping san andreas keeps you safe
safe and out of the cold
safe from the quakes in my bones
Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 1:22 AM UTC
I don't feel like reading words
I'd rather stitch an iceberg
You want a voice underwater
Let's keep going on empty
Breaking in style
The means justify an ending
Blues whites and lit skys
The summer was on fire
We felt it inside
Things fell aside
Cracks give way to more then more
It wasn't deep just murky
And I'm not reading anymore ******* words
Aug 8, 2015
Aug 8, 2015 at 2:19 AM UTC
rock bottom isn't as bad as the bottom of a bottle
at least the sediment doesn't bury itself in your bones
as the blood starts to run thin
everything becomes poison with the right dose
but I love how the *** warms you up
and brings you and I closer to us
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 2:02 PM UTC
Beginning to end again
Head rush
Sheets flutter
Black out
It took all morning to recover
Starting to stop again
Break lines
A clean glass
Burn holes
I'm running and not stopping
I've been gone
Off and on
Trains and highways
Red eyes
Hardwood floors
Knuckles bleeding
A little more
Another hour
One night longer
Almost over
See you soon
Choke on 7 years
Haunted house
Deep blues
I can always feel the storm coming
May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 2:45 AM UTC
The reason I quit drinking is the same as why you started believing
There's got to be something more
The reason I quit praying is the same as yours for leaving
There was nothing there
A change in the weather is the reason I stopped breathing
My mind went with the leaves
Blood on the roof is the only reason I'll stop needing you
Holding out until we were more than just blue
Until the color spread all over
We were dead set on getting over these feelings that won't leave
Now I can't stop getting older
You felt like summer was buried in the snow
You felt like heaven
You felt like novacane
You left your mark
You left me hanging from a tree in the backyard
You left me
"We know
Stop writing about it"
She's gone
"Yeah we all know"
Mar 30, 2015
Mar 30, 2015 at 10:32 PM UTC
I'm like a wave
always breaking fast
when I reach my peak
It's funny how everything
falls back to earth
at the same speed
But some how it seems faster
When it's you
Without a parachute
When it's you
Every second is a mile
When it's you
The ground feels like coming home
When it's You
I don't need anything else
I am a wave that won't stop breaking
Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 1:28 AM UTC
Have you ever ran your fingers
across bumps of Braille on a door sign?
Ever wonder what it's like to be informed by
a language you can't hear but feel?
I can imagine
When I read the contours of your body
the slope of your cheeks or the valleys
your hip bones leave behind
When I find joy just sitting next to you
eyes gazing into mine, without words
I sense the stories you're telling
Secrets only we know, an understanding
tongues couldn't share on their own
Alone together
We were made for one another
like the gears in a clock
I touch your inner workings
and tiny moving parts
We are interlocked and spinning
yet still we run out of time
Separated but in sync
our hearts beat harder
for each mile in between
What other communication do we need
when we are tethered together
like two kites on one string
But for everyone seeing this
who can only read about being
the reason you're smiling
I'll translate the feeling into Braille too
so they understand
how it feels
to love you
Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 2:09 AM UTC
i sat alone
collecting my thoughts
i was caught up in
a beehive of an evening
infested with dreams
drunken feelings
fixed catalysts
kick starting the slow burn
down to our cells
chemicals mixing
+ im overreacting
as i imagine half my life
hanging from the ceiling
WE'RE ALL JUST CHEMICALS MIXING
Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 2:08 PM UTC