i still do not know
whether i am a void of feelings
or just a child who shut the door to his pain.
Nov 6, 2020
Nov 6, 2020 at 11:53 PM UTC
i am a sort of — uh well
do i remind of the winter solstice?
manufactured authenticity, painting
calculated legacies, circular stride
holding binoculars
and gazing from night to night
all the while i live
in my beautiful pinhole
sight, herald of wounds
rinse, rinse, rinse in red scrutiny;
scour down to my finest bones
and remember, and see.
do not ask me
who i am or who i've been
i am but here before you
on display.
carry me from the rack (careful!)
i want you to hold these edges
bring me close,
kiss with eyes blinding—
read the script, can you,
of straying photons?
it is where i am.
you nemesis of time,
carry on, won't you?
let the mark fill out my jigsaw
for this room is dark.
but please, no summer solstice
— it will burn.
it will burn
— the texture that is me.
Sep 14, 2020
Sep 14, 2020 at 10:20 AM UTC
sometimes it feels like the only way not to cling
is not to care.
Aug 18, 2020
Aug 18, 2020 at 11:10 AM UTC
don't you find it funny
how desperate we are to feel?
— what a great story!
(i cried eleven times)
Aug 15, 2020
Aug 15, 2020 at 10:08 PM UTC
two am, friday night
wide awake by the sterile light
i pen for a tale these final lines
there’s too much left, stuck inside
across our river, beyond the mist
i watch your shadows fleet
angel feathers through the gale
i hear those whispers cease
so i’ll raise a glass, well, make it two
to the story that told of me and you
A third, a forth, 'fore we hit the floors
‘fore again i hear that voice of yours
too young to regret
too old to forget
let's ponder, shall we, as we bet
for the simplest magnet, yes, it holds two ends
when dust descends, when thoughts depart
will you be there, cries my heart
a teardrop falls, upon your splendor
glimmer in marble, ever so tender
the haze drifts away, away with you
batteries out, screen’s brand new
i raise my gaze, 'till it meets a light
my halo, my blue light.
Aug 12, 2020
Aug 12, 2020 at 10:33 PM UTC
he burns his lamps to hide
just a couple heartbeats —
a couple each night.
a couple blue shots of bad blood
they say it does the trick.
Aug 12, 2020
Aug 12, 2020 at 10:31 PM UTC
see, she was
she was an ocean.
say, oxygen
oxygen is overrated.
watch, roses
blooming beneath
the caress of brine
blood cells unfolding.
a certain lightness
Jun 24, 2020
Jun 24, 2020 at 5:44 AM UTC
life is a melody, a meandering song, exquisite and jarring, glorious and ruthless. we sit upon its strings, tightropes in a windstorm. better dance whilst you can before we all fall off into eternity.
Apr 20, 2020
Apr 20, 2020 at 3:50 AM UTC
there's so many things i wonder about
but you're the greatest wonder of them all
yea, i'm talking to you
sitting in there, blue halo
feathers weighing me down
why do you weigh me down?
(𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚎, 𝚘𝚛 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕?)
no, i'm not talking to you
there's so many things i wonder about
but you're the greatest wonder of them all
catch me, night, i fell like a sociopath
catch me, light, i can't stop believing love
so it sets in rust
and rises to emptiness
yea, i'm talking to you
sitting in there, stained-glass poet
edge of a blade, crying notes
why why why why why; don't you know?
(𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚎, 𝚘𝚛 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕?)
some days i feel like a sociopath
(𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎, 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝)
but i can't stop believing love
(𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚎, 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝)
there's so many things i wonder about
(𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝)
but you're the greatest wonder of them all
(𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝.)
Apr 3, 2020
Apr 3, 2020 at 10:31 AM UTC