The anger leaves my body
This feeling is soft
My eyes ***** up and my chest tightens
The base of my throat collapses in on itself
My head is my cave and the blizzard is malicious
Bits of snow fly in and taunt the flames on my fire
Behind my eyes there is water, laughter and a warm hand in mine
The snow moves through the fire and melts
Drops of water dry on the logs
I hope the blizzard stops
Mar 4, 2025
Mar 4, 2025 at 4:20 AM UTC
I can still hear the cicadas,
their inescapable and deafening hum.
They are the only thing I can hear,
and you are the only thing I can see.
Dry green canopies of less oft seen gums.
Rocky outcrops for zen water to trickle through.
I can still feel my heart beating to your drum,
the only thing I can feel.
Jun 4, 2018
Jun 4, 2018 at 3:30 AM UTC
Theres a fire in here
It burns the back of my skull
Can you feel it too?
Dec 4, 2017
Dec 4, 2017 at 7:54 AM UTC
I had been whispering brazenly in your ear all night.
Not even using words half the time.
A knowing smile, a finger edging ever closer to your womanhood.
When I flicked your ******* the first time tonight I knew I couldn't lose.
The nearest park.
The nearest patch of grass in the dark.
Covered in dirt, a train thundered past as you came, your ticket to be vocal.
You looked so beautiful right then.
I inhaled you one last time and looked up at the stars as we put on our faces.
Oct 2, 2017
Oct 2, 2017 at 4:41 PM UTC
How many times ive sat on this floor
And I've wept.
Not for me
Nor you.
But the state of a world
That drives us to sit on this floor;
And weep
You didn't have to die.
You never weep alone,
Brother.
Nov 7, 2016
Nov 7, 2016 at 2:32 AM UTC
It starts as a gentle hum in my lower back
Then it becomes a twitch
This is when I should stop
But my eyes are just too wide
Absorbing every word
Until my blood is boiling
It travels up my spine
A burning razor line
I write some words
Then throw them out
This infuriating thing
So I pour some whiskey on it
It always makes my head spin
Then i smoke it back on straight
Face contorts and teeth grind
And then she goes away
Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 4:23 PM UTC
When you judge someone,
All you did
Was judge your own perception
Of what that person is
You didn't like it
Because you're a ****
May 22, 2016
May 22, 2016 at 1:58 AM UTC
Black sludge streams down your wall
Windows are shattered, masking tape
More blonde hair and blue eyes
Medication in pale skin
Drift nowhere in empty silence
Cover every track
A professional
Smokescreen via cigarette
May 7, 2016
May 7, 2016 at 7:40 PM UTC
She read me a poem
On her bed
We kept our clothes
But I was sure
We had made love
May 7, 2016
May 7, 2016 at 7:39 PM UTC