Blue velvet flowers
born prisoners in the window
listen to your delicious
candy secrets and
breath them to the universe
You are haunted by
perfume and concrete
slow, lingering kisses
and the salt of her
soft wet lips
Aug 10, 2021
Aug 10, 2021 at 8:23 PM UTC
Oh, wild things
laughing and blushing
devouring that warm
delicious champagne breeze
That fever and desire
it is sacred
slow
poetry
Kiss me he said
And she did
Aug 9, 2021
Aug 9, 2021 at 10:07 PM UTC
Just lay beneath the stars with me
Pretending that we're kids again
Still dreaming big dreams
Still stealing kisses
Living back in the before time
When we hadn't yet learned
That some people are like matches
And if you hold on too long
You get burned.
Aug 2, 2021
Aug 2, 2021 at 7:52 PM UTC
You were all honeysuckle kisses
That led to bee sting lips
The one last glass of wine
that I knew was a mistake
But I drank you anyway
Jul 26, 2021
Jul 26, 2021 at 3:35 PM UTC
I.
First it’s a look shared through the glass
A window between us
The feeling that passes through me
When I watch him explain the impossible
And make it look easy
Then it’s the wondering that overtakes me
Behind the counter where I’ve lost myself in thought
Surrounded by books that won’t tell me
If he’s thinking of me too
It’s the ache that comes from longing
To hear the sound of his voice
But I’m too scared to call
Unless I’m already drunk
It’s that feeling in the pit of my stomach
Everyone calls butterflies, but really
It feels like too much, just so much
It happens when you start to fall.
And it’s a slap in my own the face
As I hide deeper inside of myself
Because he is beautiful
And I am all sharp edges
He is enough
But I am just not ready
II.
I always find myself going back to you
When I imagine how I wanted it to be
And what I wish I had said
It’s so strange to be here
So many years later
Still wondering if it was you all along
We shared this kiss once
You and I
Once of those steamy
Spur of the moment
You only live once type of deals
I know you remember it too
My heart hurts just thinking about it because
It was always such a blur of wrongtimewrongplacewrongsomething
Between me and you
I guess I never stopped being too scared to call
Unless I was already drunk
It’s been years since I heard your voice
But I am haunted
Jul 18, 2021
Jul 18, 2021 at 10:06 PM UTC
Everyone makes promises
Pinky swears and vows
Always and forever
But the road to eternity is
Paved with deception
Still somehow I let them weave
A blanket of lies beneath me
False security, holding me up
A net made of spider webbing
So easily torn apart by
The swipe
of a hand
But then I’m falling again.
Spiraling headfirst toward the concrete
And I can’t help but feel
Like this
Is exactly what I deserve.
Jul 18, 2021
Jul 18, 2021 at 8:57 PM UTC
I remember
when you were young and wide eyed
excited at the possibility of the world
and afraid because it was all so big and you,
you were the smallest creature in a forest full of monsters
still, you had big dreams and wanted
so badly to write something
so unique and profound
something to make people understand you
understand themselves
see that we are all one
know that we all bleed the same
slippery shades of water color
even if the canvas is is different
Fear is an ugly thing and overshadows
and overwhelms, *******
the life out of life
and the colors out of the rainbow that
is supposed to shine overhead and keep
the bad the things at bay
it crawls into bed with you at night and
keeps you awake, drilling
everything that is wrong
straight through your skull and
into your soul like a
woodpecker, never ceasing
never letting you rest
there is so much that is so hard
to comprehend and make sense of
and it is so much easier to let the fear
take hold of you, wrap it's fingers
tightly around your neck
a noose growing ever tighter, strangling
while you struggle until
you have no voice left to speak
It left you choking
out fragments
and run-on sentences into a journal
that no one would ever see
that still makes me burn when
I flip through those pages reliving
the story of my life that you wrote
all those years ago
I remember
when you thought that no one could see you,
so you lived your life like a child
jumping up to see over the counter,
making make-shift ladders out of whatever
you could find so that you could grasp
everything that always seemed so far above your reach,
losing yourself so easily
in a sea of people
because they were so big
and you were
nothing
You words are a time capsule
that bring me back to a place when
when we stared at each other in the mirror
and curled our tiny fingers into a fist
wanting to smash the glass
because
we were ugly
But my words are a time machine,
my gift to you from the future
You are small still,
but the world is not as big as it used to be
and nothing ever comes easy
but your dreams are coming true,
you did not give up despite
believing so often that you would fail and
you are making a difference
I am afraid
because
everyone is afraid, but
I stand in front of the mirror
young and wide-eyed,
excited about the possibility of the world
and when I look at you now, I know
that we are learning to love each other
finally.
May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 10:03 PM UTC
She was a sapling,
Small and shaded by
The branches of
One hundred year old oak trees
Maples and Evergreens
Wilting without sunlight,
The rain never reaching the dirt around
The places she buried her roots
The sky was a dream
Clouds she could not see
Through the thickness
Of birds’ nests and tree forts
Nestled in the arms of
The great plants surrounding
The seedling, starving for sustenance
I was a sapling, dying alone
In a petrified forest
Surrounded by what seemed
Like no hope for hope
No chance for survival
Then along came a woodsman
Or so I thought
Ready to put me out of my misery
Cut me into kindling and
Burn me into my next life
But a woodsman, no
Instead he was a farmer
Come to hack and saw the trees around me
And cultivate my species
Nurturing and sacrificing
He cleared the air around me and
For the first time I found myself
Breathing in
He cut away the branches
Prison bars that held me
Back and down for so long
Released me from a doomed fate
I had nearly begun to accept and
Because of him I drank the tears
That fell from heaven
And for the first time
Felt alive
And then one day I realized
A farmer you were not
But instead like me
You were another tree
With vines that grew towards
And with me
You brought me back to life
You know
Reminded me of why it is
I wake each morning and
Lean towards the sun
Soaking in her rays
And living
Aug 25, 2013
Aug 25, 2013 at 10:12 PM UTC
It is Sunday and
there is nothing but the newspaper
and last nights clothing
scattered on the floor
A trail to the bedroom
from the front door
where little feet and big feet
are tangled, hanging off
the edge of the bed
Sweat on your brow and
my ***** fingernails
from when we crash landed
inside of each other
Seeking safety
in the middle of the night
and I can still taste
the salt of your skin
where it lingers
And you can feel me
from your shoulders
to the small of your back
as I trace
with my lips,
the road maps of where I have been
It is Sunday and
there is nothing but the newspaper
and the way you make me feel
like I am drowning
in the sweetest painful joy
Jul 10, 2013
Jul 10, 2013 at 8:01 PM UTC
It started with a whisper
And ended with a bang
A cliché ending
With a waterfall running down my face
And a rock where his heart should have been
Well I tried to fix the broken things
That ate away at your soul
And in return you looked at me
Like you couldn’t believe that I was real
But I guess you can’t give everything
Because if you do they’ll **** you dry
And it’s just such a sad story
When enough is not enough
Jun 27, 2013
Jun 27, 2013 at 12:29 AM UTC