if i could write anything beautiful
that didn't have a thing to do with you
i'd have written my way to the moon and back
on a path built of college-ruled yellow lines
May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 1:18 AM UTC
i gave up on writing
the first time i heard you speak
now
even my own words mean nothing to me
no pen could procreate the sweetness slung by your tongue
what's left to be said
hasn't even got a proper spelling
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 1:06 PM UTC
he used to range off-key
on nights he'd sing to me
and i?
well i'd fake a smile
and pretend to not account for
the fire running my spine
that never let me whisper to his lobes
"you're doing fine"
i just couldn't lie
to a face like a shelter dog's
and he'd lay next to me
sawing logs
as if he couldn't even be bothered to dream
as if all screens are unwelcome
when what you're trying to stitch is a sail
another night time nice guy
with a needle between his teeth
faking bonds between the bed sheets
those sheets though?
those sheets got me
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 12:42 PM UTC
i dropped to my knees
digging deep for water
and felt the clay take shape beneath my fingers
this place
this is home
so from the dust i sculpted doorways
and windows
and halls
lifted up walls
and made myself a castle out of the sand
now i drink beer at the edge of paradise
and ask the thirsty to come inside
and play in the shade
i never ask them to stay
but neither do i point them towards the door
Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 5:54 PM UTC
she exhales in outcrops of lilies of the valley
and cries with the echo of a landslide
but when she laughs
the sun himself rushes to brush against her burial mound cheeks
and pretend he was was the spark that launched her into bated birdsong
Mar 30, 2015
Mar 30, 2015 at 8:11 PM UTC
i pressed the moon to my breast
and took light to heart
now i see clearly when i fall apart
and pull myself back together
with nebulous lassos
Mar 30, 2015
Mar 30, 2015 at 11:03 AM UTC
arriving at a peak in the valley
i've never once proclaimed to the hill i've climbed
"i have conquered you"
i've always seen it the other way around
"i am yours now
mountain
your treasures and secrets are yours to keep
i only ask that you share with me your view"
Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 10:58 PM UTC
i 've got a soft spot for the smell of tobacco and the taste of whiskey
and the voice of boys who claim to miss me
i long to get high
high up in the trees
in the hills
along the ridges
i live to pierce the atmosphere
and note the lack of sensation as i plummet
oh how i love it
those cheap thrills of the fall
Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 2:35 AM UTC
i wish i were a sea shell
a perfect spiral fit to be cradled in your palm
something for you to focus on
when the noise you've spent so long focusing on
becomes too much to interpret
i wish i were a sea shell
a direct line between you and the cosmos
the etherial red phone
you press to your ear to hear what your heart already knows your brain needs reminded of
the swish of blood and grey matter
that steadies your flippant pulse
i wish i were a sea shell
deemed too relevant upon your moment of discovery
to leave at rest with the other detritus
exposed at low-tide
Mar 7, 2015
Mar 7, 2015 at 4:11 PM UTC
i often times get distracted from myself
by the person i like to think that i am
she's a ******* catch
a cash-in-hand
done-deal find
worth every dime
i'm tangled up line
woven into the creek-bed
that couldn't even catch the sunlight
but it's alright
i got a few coats of gold krylon
hiding my rust from the mirror
Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 10:31 PM UTC