Sins that resonate will ripple and wave
And crash against a sandstone erosion
Dribbled whiskey won’t name you depraved
When tithes rust from hypocritical corrosion
Aug 26, 2022
Aug 26, 2022 at 4:46 AM UTC
Calloused hands are my calendar
Sweat reminds me I am organic
Knotted muscles are a trophy
Red eyes invite the comfort of rest
Spinning in a circle on one foot
Waiting for the room to orbit in a blur
Until I catch up with Western culture
Checking boxes with blistered fingers
Apr 25, 2022
Apr 25, 2022 at 4:20 AM UTC
All it takes is one person
To pull a poem out of the stack and say
“This is good, people should see it”
Never mind the other contenders
Or the fact that it’s been sitting there
Under a pile of other feelings, pages, works
For so long that it’s warped and dusty
Because one person likes it
And shared it with the world
And suddenly it’s a masterpiece
Even if it’s not
But that’s a beautiful thing, albeit frustrating
Because all it takes is one person
Apr 11, 2022
Apr 11, 2022 at 10:47 PM UTC
Happily Ever After
Alls well it ends well
Ending and beginning a different story, slightly less intriguing
than the last
Still there
Still charming
Just dull
Dull when hands swim in hair every night
When minds meld and eyes dilate
When your skin burns for theirs
And then it doesn’t
And then you sit side by side
Having the time of your life as your life passes you by
Staying sat and saving money
Making lists of things to do
And their name sits between laundry and dishes
When their kink becomes coupons
And your fetish is a foot rub after a long day
And you wash it all down chamomile and sleep
And you fall back into their grasp
Never having left
And still feeling far away
Youngblood with old souls
Barely a history to have had
Sorting through the things that happened when nothing’s
happened in ages
Still knowing this is yours
Where you belong
Carrying the torch to a fire unlit
But when embers never die
They must be nurtured
Through meaningful breath and dry brush
Until they sting your leg with a spark
And you burn them with your silence
As you climb back onto their lap
And smoke rises to your mind
And smothers your doubts
As you light a bonfire scented candle for the night
And for every night
Rekindling the spark and rolling over to read on your kindle
Nov 3, 2021
Nov 3, 2021 at 8:00 PM UTC
Glassy, green, genuine
aimed at me
dilating
rosy, ruminating, rejoicing
creased lines beside a lash
for things that haven't happened
beaming, brimming, beautiful
innocently conjuring
a rock on a finger
young, yearning, yielding
hovering over a question
but time's caught your tongue
Nov 3, 2021
Nov 3, 2021 at 7:52 PM UTC
The bread is thick enough to soak the oil
And words fall to the bottom of the glass
Like a residue that rests with crumbs
Below the surface
Suffocating under a layer tense silence
Apr 10, 2021
Apr 10, 2021 at 2:17 PM UTC
You can hear them
Stories that turn into pantomimes
Shadows dancing in his mind
Joining hands in the quiet
Breaking free when the voices come back
Feb 24, 2021
Feb 24, 2021 at 5:08 PM UTC
Sometimes
when we’re together
You get excited about seeing tomorrow
So I look into your eyes to see what you can
And a reflection appears
Where we’re laying there together
In the same place, on the same day
But we’re both home, just us, and a house
And then you bring me back to now
Taking my hand and holding your breath
And we melt into each other
As we whisper
Soon
Nov 5, 2020
Nov 5, 2020 at 11:54 AM UTC
Hey, are you awake?
I wanted to know because
we've been sleeping here, together
and time seems to elude us both so quickly
Are you awake?
I'm wondering what we'll face tomorrow
because today seemed too good to be true
and tonight everything seems stacked against us
If you are then turn around
And we can strategize for our future
and dream without sleeping
because we lose time together once our eyes are closed
If you're asleep
then be blissfully unaware of my worries
and be happy for both of us
because I can't meet you where you are
Hey, are you awake?
sleep until tomorrow when I've calmed my mind
and when I wake, we can talk about everything
but for now, maybe it's best that we talk about nothing
Nov 2, 2020
Nov 2, 2020 at 7:31 PM UTC
I do not have an hourglass figure
But I do cast a shadow that stretches beyond
The shape of my hips
I do not have toned features
But I am stronger than what you can see
Under my skin
I do not have manicured nails
Because I dig with with my bare hands
And rip out the weeds and the lies I tell myself
That I am not attractive
Because I’m not the one defined that word
But I am the one who wants to change it
May 13, 2020
May 13, 2020 at 12:56 PM UTC