Sometimes all you can do is lie in bed
and hope to fall asleep before you fall apart,
before the memories sneak out of your eyes
and roll gently down your cheeks.
Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 1:41 AM UTC
numbed cracked hands
stretch through achy hearts
with cherry red stains
and thickening scars
grey clouded halos
above ripening heads
cattle crowds march
with eyes that are dead
bedded warm blankets
all useless in sound
with harbouring thoughts
strategically bound
so here I curl crumbled
like rocks into sand
and time slowly runs
like tears through my hands
May 29, 2016
May 29, 2016 at 11:32 AM UTC
"see you around..."
The last words I spoke to you,
and I saw that look in your eyes
when you looked at me
A sad smile, a sad look,
like you were Tod
and I was Widow Tweed
A bonnie and clyde
dismantled by
something as simple
as a heartache.
And in that moment,
I felt our connection fray,
and I was no longer
grasping at threads,
trying to keep us together
like I said I always would.
I'm sorry I broke that promise,
but you broke a hundred of yours first.
I turned away away,
trying to keep myself together
Still, my heart resisted,
and I compromised,
glancing to where you were
only to see empty space.
May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 11:32 AM UTC
Waters pour
From clouds on high
Restoring life
To a world so dry
I long to be reborn
Like the grass and grain
So I kick off my shoes
To dance with the rain
May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 10:44 AM UTC
And finally
she began to breathe.
And live.
In every moment.
In every place.
Trying to find a path
where goodbyes
were hard to come by.
And suddenly,
I was in love with life,
for the first time
in a long time
everything
was inspired.
Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 7:28 AM UTC
~
*All the poems I write
are* just the beginning
and end
of every thought
I've ever had about you.
Mar 14, 2016
Mar 14, 2016 at 7:56 AM UTC
for a moment i couldn’t remember your last name.
for a moment it started with a different letter,
was spoken in a different tongue.
for a moment i had forgotten it — that is, if i ever knew it at all.
you used to be so clear to me.
you were, at a time, tangible —
so much more than a memory.
i loved you then and i could say that i love you now but
you cannot love a memory.
not in the same way, no.
you cannot talk to a memory,
nor laugh with a memory,
nor live with a memory.
and so i keep you
frozen in time,
a fragment of the past.
like ashes in an urn i put you on the shelf,
never to be disturbed,
only to be put on display.
i thought you’d be safe there.
i thought that the ashes in an urn don’t disappear because
what more can ash crumble down to?
but today,
for just a moment,
i couldn’t remember your last name.
today,
for just a moment,
you slipped away.
and now i wonder if i ever had you at all.
(a.m.)
Mar 14, 2016
Mar 14, 2016 at 7:55 AM UTC
I know you're awake right now
and i’m still up, thoughts in overdrive.
I knew I was wasting my time,
but feathered brains speak in dissonance.
I knew you were gone months ago
with the wind as it guides the clouds,
laughing with sunshine and dabbling with the dark
as careless as you know I cannot be.
I stood grounded in mud, and you
kicking up dust on your heels
as you skipped away into the moon,
and I asked aloud why you left
but the pavement didn't answer me.
Silence filled me up like a ringing in my ears,
and it tasted like blood that I meant nothing,
and so I watched you drive away
and I said nothing.
Mar 14, 2016
Mar 14, 2016 at 4:49 AM UTC
The best kind of kiss
Is one that has been exchanged
a thousand times between eyes,
before the lips have even met.
Mar 1, 2016
Mar 1, 2016 at 8:47 AM UTC
I used a black sharpie to write a love poem on your arm
Hoping the ink would sink into depths causing little to no harm
That the rough words may permeate through your tough skin
And the permanence may prove that forever starts from within
That the black is dark enough to hide all your scars from being used
And that my words are evidence and proof of my love for you
So let that ink sink as deep as it might
My words peirce your soul without a fight
My sharpie art fill you with awe and an imaginative spark
Be inspired by my loving words and the permanent scar they leave on your heart
You may forget my face, you may forget my name but never forget where my love made its mark
Feb 21, 2016
Feb 21, 2016 at 4:00 AM UTC