I don't want to go.
I don't want the seams of our love,
to be lost in the fray.
I want to stay draped in it.
a cloak from the winds,
that are sweeping this planet.
I want to stay dry,
from the rains that follow me home,
to my doorstep.
I need to keep this sacred,
not misplace it,
into stray hands.
or from those,
who wander & poach beauty,
from this world.
No one seems to see,
you & i
that we've been cut,
from the same cloth.
Jul 21, 2021
Jul 21, 2021 at 10:53 PM UTC
Cleaning away the earth's last stains.
I feel your warm blood still in your veins.
A close cousin weeps at these new remains.
I feel sorrow now well in my heart.
I know you can't stay forever on this plane.
What a difference, one minute can change.
In one, a heart beats, the next, one is broken.
Apr 12, 2020
Apr 12, 2020 at 1:46 AM UTC
my heart breaks in two
like the way it separated when I came from you
you endured the pain and gave me life
my own light
there is no way to repay that
other than "I love you"
Jan 6, 2020
Jan 6, 2020 at 11:09 PM UTC
A city of millions
of lost dreams
and hopes held onto
by the threads of previous generations
People have been showing up to this city
for hundreds of years
with the intent of a new life and love
At its current state of flowing people
on its sidewalks
so breaming
they spill into the traffic of the streets.
This fullness, this ecstatic energy
edging everyone onto their next feverish step in life.
So many storylines intersecting at random.
A shared bench in central park,
the line of a coffee cart.
All their own collective catalog of stories untold in this
giant library city.
Each person a potential chapter of love
in my unfinished book.
with all the bobbing faces
in the sidewalk currents
there is only one I am looking for
it's the only one I know
in this whole city.
Jan 6, 2020
Jan 6, 2020 at 5:23 PM UTC
in my dreams, i was a ghost in my own haunting
in life, i was wandering in your garden of denial
Aug 10, 2019
Aug 10, 2019 at 5:43 PM UTC
We can not force other's interests,
or
lead one's hand to journey across a book,
The galaxy of written accounts that go from heartbreak to triumphs,
that can line the walls of a simple room.
Leading us down the path of our own interest,
Something that we should hold sacred.
A thirst for knowledge,
Though not just to be lead,
But of our own understanding.
One could get lost and never be found and still, they could not read every ink-stained page.
Every individual writes a story, some choose blood over ink,
To let the world know of their passage through time.
Jul 30, 2019
Jul 30, 2019 at 3:28 PM UTC
Thoughts of you are like
Sunshine in my mind
A warm capsule of our time
Jun 21, 2019
Jun 21, 2019 at 3:16 PM UTC
Two souls crashing together.
With a hope to be filled, with nothing to give in return.
A routine with no results.
Two empty souls reaching in union.
My feet sinking into an avalanche of sand.
My only wish, to go back
And to have your hand.
Jun 9, 2019
Jun 9, 2019 at 3:44 PM UTC
Moon shadows follow
my every thought,
the cold tags at the back of my heel.
I feel as hollow as a dead oak,
on these nights,
that my heart is pained by the air
that separates us.
only time can expel this void.
faded tarnish and dying neon,
is a haze I lift to my eyes.
Feb 22, 2019
Feb 22, 2019 at 11:08 PM UTC
one who wanders in thought, that's me
took what wasn't received, that's me
a man alone pulled to the side of the road,
eating lunch from styrofoam, that's me
a woman overcome with sudden painful sorrow,
where the warm streams open, that's me
a broken heart for childhood summers gone, that's me
a duck buoyantly adrift on the choppy river, that's me
where the light blue touches the horizon, that's me
the last lines on a page, that's me
lost in the hearts of strangers, that's me
Feb 6, 2019
Feb 6, 2019 at 6:34 PM UTC