Whatever it was
That my breaths came from,
You've change it.
You'll break it.
You'll make it again,
And I don't know
What's beating so fast
In my deepest parts
Since you've stolen my heart.
Feb 15, 2020
Feb 15, 2020 at 9:15 AM UTC
They played a love song in the car
The wife looked to her husband
The husband glanced back, before looking out far
To the road ahead.
My friend,
A world from her husband
Probably sat thinking of that distance.
They played a love song
And I thought of no one
Because I had no one to think of
As I have for so long.
Feb 15, 2020
Feb 15, 2020 at 9:14 AM UTC
With blood and love in his veins,
With power for the helpless and the hopeless,
The vain hero saves the same lives as the selfless.
Yet at a dinner these women
Sense something in his smell
As though he went off
On one of his adventures
Like milk left alone too long.
Feb 14, 2020
Feb 14, 2020 at 5:56 PM UTC
My eyes are pressed wet against their lids
Like beans in the pantry
And like a pantry, I'm ready for sleep.
Feb 14, 2020
Feb 14, 2020 at 5:55 PM UTC
My friend says he loves performance,
But my favourite part of a dance
Is forgetting everyone else in the room.
Remembering
Just me, my mess of a body and the tune.
Feb 13, 2020
Feb 13, 2020 at 10:32 AM UTC
I have nothing to lose really,
But I don't want to be
Turned away again
And it's part of my problem
With nothing to lose
I have nothing to offer.
So why bother?
Feb 13, 2020
Feb 13, 2020 at 10:24 AM UTC
I'm always happy staring at trees.
Conversations feel violent and unimportant
When no one agrees
On pety little bits and rants.
Poems can grow dull
And music can almost hurt
After long enough.
But trees simply lull me to a pleasure
I can't replace,
To a better place
Right where I am
Beside my friends
The tree and his leaves.
Feb 13, 2020
Feb 13, 2020 at 9:38 AM UTC
"Shut up!" I cried, as we children raced up
And down the hallway. He never gave up.
He never let me win. It wasn't fair.
Broken, indoor winds streaming through our hair.
We raced and raced and raced. Trails in the floor
Leveled by our vehement feet. Those closed doors
Where our mother's colleagues blocked out the noise,
Shutting out relentless cries from a boy
That would in distant days grow to be me.
I have an image of the place I see
As I close my eyes. A faded, dimmed reprise.
These old memories remind me of now
As now reminded of them
As yesteryears remind me of yesterday
And things I chose to say.
I recently called someone my family
And now I wonder if I have made the word cheap.
I don't have these memories
Not with my new company.
Feb 13, 2020
Feb 13, 2020 at 2:45 AM UTC
I have my acne medication
With chocolate milk
For balance like Budhism.
I have a niche,
I go to an Adventist church to practise my Spanish.
But I'm not Christian.
I'm interest in Arabic and Turkish
So I might become a temporary Muslim.
Unfortunately however,
All these religions have the same ending
With me dead and anywhere but Heaven.
Feb 12, 2020
Feb 12, 2020 at 10:26 AM UTC
Opinions splatter across my mind
Like graffiti on a sign
That gets harder and harder to conceive
But all the more interesting to see.
Feb 12, 2020
Feb 12, 2020 at 9:31 AM UTC