Recently “minutes” or recently “hours”?
Recently, minutes were reasonably ours.
Like how I “recently” saw him at the grocery store,
And “recently” went back, hoping I might again.
Sure, we spoke…
Recently.
So I logged on, recently,
Just to see what’s up.
That’s how it always is,
And the status is always the same:
“Recently”
May 11, 2023
May 11, 2023 at 6:26 PM UTC
I zone out, staring at neon towers
An intercom beeps, “we’ll be boarding shortly” and I snap
Out of my days.
I’m out of days,
Days I want to be lost in and have forgotten all at once.
What happened here?
Lost in heartbeats and honey whisky…
A sweetly resounding lullaby or siren song
I can’t decipher, but I’m held nonetheless.
Memories shimmer through my mind like the lights on the water, neither of which I’ll expect you to understand.
You won’t because you can’t.
“And that’s okay.”
That’s your catchphrase.
You tell me it’s, “okay.” You say that a lot,
And for once in my life,
I believe it.
How could I not when you speak out of earnest?
Your eyes as sweet as chocolate chips,
As rich as fresh espresso-
I tremble at the sugar rush.
I crumble at the withdrawals.
So reality strikes again in my lonesome.
Thoughts flicker in my head like hollywood movies whose colors have faded sepia,
Because that’s all they are now.
Dusting the fog from my eyes, out of my days come nights, and in the nights, neon lights.
“Last call, boarding flight…”
It stays here.
Apr 13, 2023
Apr 13, 2023 at 11:21 PM UTC
I like the rain,
the subtle chill I feel before we meet,
with clouds to soften brassy spring beams.
It’s my favorite hiding place.
Its fluorescent shimmer on the lake,
encasing my bedroom in endless waves
of whirring winds to dampen loving moans.
I disappear and return all at once.
I feel its warmth, its cool, its caress,
how it speaks in charming whispers.
I think it likes me too.
Apr 7, 2023
Apr 7, 2023 at 7:24 PM UTC
Fistfuls of lust, yet tender
Smell your skin, and dare remember
Holding, yielding, grasping, pleading
Smokey eyes and steaming embers
Destruct the inner walls to lend her
Naïve tongue and tremble breathing
Heat. “I like it”.
Roughing, grinding, fasting, slowing
Oils seeping, fingers deeping
Push and pull to tease and bend her.
Stop, but just to start again,
Steaming. Heating. Beating… Beating…
Beat the heart to break and mend her.
Apr 3, 2023
Apr 3, 2023 at 9:44 AM UTC
You can tell by my teeth that I don’t have the time to take care of myself
You can tell by my face that I don’t really mind forgetting myself
Wouldn’t know by my smile how hard I try to hide regretting myself
In the highs or the lows, I don’t know how I can stop upsetting myself
Jul 24, 2022
Jul 24, 2022 at 11:28 AM UTC
pretty little itty bitty tinker toys
and temperamental sentimental emo boys
both intricately cute
and intimately mute
it’s the little things that count to mounts of many joys
Jul 23, 2022
Jul 23, 2022 at 3:11 AM UTC
“I love you.”
“I know.”
Between the highs,
And the low,
In the times
When I’m alone,
That’s what love does.
It comforts,
And hides
In the corners
Of your mind,
Yet surprises
Just in time.
That’s what love does.
It takes
The chance
The percentage
Of circumstance,
The sacrifice
In glance,
And does what love does.
It conquers,
And pays
The cost,
Without delays,
As if it’s not much,
To stay,
Because that’s what love does.
It hugs,
It kisses,
It sees you
And misses,
Yer true love,
Rarely disses,
Because that’s what love does.
May 7, 2019
May 7, 2019 at 3:05 AM UTC
One day, your hand will be mine to hold, with no care as to who may see; your name will be the sweetest name upon my lips and the most endearing of my thoughts.
One day, you’ll hold me, as I should be held, and I’ll be proud to be encompassed by your embrace; your eyes will still be the kindest sight I could gaze upon.
One day, with your ear softly nestled in the palm of my hand, I’ll hold your head closer, as you kiss me like I should be kissed; your hair will brush like satin ribbons through my fingertips.
Your warmth will be my favorite season; your shampoo, my favorite scent; your shoulders, my favorite shape; you, my favorite sensation.
One day, you’ll pledge yourself to me, and only me, and I’ll be proud to call you mine. Our mornings and nights will become my favorite time of day.
Dinner won’t just be a meal; a date won’t just be on a calendar; "goodnight" will no longer mean "goodbye."
One day, life will still go on, and work will continue, but it will all be with you, so life and all that it contains will be better. Sunsets will glow brighter, your arms will hold me tighter; the lake, even more so, will glisten, and to your soft words, I will gladly listen.
One day, with a dream, but, more importantly, with each other, your family, your future, will be mine, will be ours.
One day, in each day, we’ll be one, because you are the one for my every day.
Dec 6, 2018
Dec 6, 2018 at 9:36 AM UTC
It's exciting to live life on the edge,
until you fall off the cliff.
It's exciting to shout from the rooftops,
until you're deaf from the noise.
It's exciting to get caught up in the hype,
until you crash into the ground.
It's exciting to tear up the floor,
until you've dug yourself a hole.
It's exciting to get carried away,
until you're dropped from its grasp.
It's exciting in the moment,
until you realize it's just that.
Nov 18, 2018
Nov 18, 2018 at 8:42 PM UTC