I finally found a way
To tear my gaze away.
I read all day
In preparation.
Then my eyes blurred all kinds,
I was so used to type.
So I smiled,
Without regard to if
It was returned.
I saw my
Conditional
Friendliness
Obscured.
Aug 1, 2020
Aug 1, 2020 at 11:45 AM UTC
Why does it always feel like
no one's listening
when I talk?
Aug 1, 2020
Aug 1, 2020 at 11:43 AM UTC
Thinking about getting a tattoo
But, I take pause...
Looking in the mirror
I see my body’s already covered
Marked in invisible ink
Every inch of my bare skin
Painted with the joy and pain of living
From my heart to my hips
Color faded here, but poppin’ over there
Memories designed by your hands
Others etched on my own
A collection that makes me smile
Among a few pieces I regret
So, about getting a tattoo...
I guess I’m not ready
Because I can’t think of a tattoo
Meaningful enough, yet
To write over any of the life I’ve lived
Aug 1, 2020
Aug 1, 2020 at 11:41 AM UTC
I have never thanked you,
for the conversations.
I have never thanked you,
for the smile.
I have never thanked you,
for asking me how i'm really doing.
I have never thanked you,
for staying alive.
Thank you,
thank you.
Jul 11, 2020
Jul 11, 2020 at 5:05 AM UTC
Long awaited you have been
Please don’t make me spin
last year had enough twists and turns
it’s certainly a time that’s been burned
into my brain and the memories of us all
As I am sure you recall
Please do me a favor
I’ll take you as my savior
do not make this year hell
I just want everything to go well
Be the opposite of last year
Let’s create a new frontier
a better future
where you are not the same abuser
2020 striped me of so much
but 2021 it is you that I trust
Jul 9, 2020
Jul 9, 2020 at 11:33 AM UTC
You we're my sunshine
But then I remembered that the sun doesn't just shine for one person.
Jul 8, 2020
Jul 8, 2020 at 11:39 AM UTC
You’re much like the rain,
You can be soft or heavy,
Or kind to my drought.
Jul 8, 2020
Jul 8, 2020 at 11:38 AM UTC
if i may,
where do you live?
where do you breathe?
whence do i seek?
shall i plunder some far-away lands
or, behold the wildflowers sprouting on my roof?
shall i aim the telescope at milky way
or, melt into my love's mellow eyes?
you see, i was told --
poetry arrives donning pieces of the seeker,
pieces long lost, or yet to be found.
Jul 8, 2020
Jul 8, 2020 at 11:36 AM UTC