Foundation of existence
an exponential presence.
Gravity’s graceful hand
glues us together
like wet sand.
Presses us into spheres and
let’s us fall where we may.
Molded from mud and clay
Born of the Earth and falling
along the bend of space,
lulled by the face of the sun
and dizzy by the spin of the Earth,
we fall in love
along its starry string.
The foundation of existence.
we fall and then
fall again. Dropped along
gravity’s bending string
we fall and spin
Faster and faster
Desperately searching for meaning
until.
Some part of that string to holds onto
us and calls us their own.
We fall in love.
Tying ourselves to that fleeting string
so it may stay.
So it won’t fall away.
So caught up
We glue our muddied hands
to disappearing strands.
So caught up
we lose ourselves to gravity
and fall at the speed of life
so fast we forget to slow down
and look around.
So fast that we might miss it.
Sep 18, 2018
Sep 18, 2018 at 3:29 PM UTC
At times I wake in dreams.
At times I’m the observer.
At times I don’t remember.
There was a time waking felt like nothing.
There was a time living was observing.
There was a time days were black.
Time walks on.
Time will move its legs and drag you across the floor.
Time won’t look back and tell you things were missed.
Time is merciless.
This time I’ll fill my eyes with color.
This time the black will come alive.
This time I’ll live.
This time I’ll wake.
Aug 7, 2018
Aug 7, 2018 at 5:59 PM UTC
When matter reflects on itself,
consciousness materializes
into something more tangible
and realizes all of existence
is floating above its head.
Matter turned and governed
by gravity’s hands.
Spun and pulled by
creative fingers,
shaped into round colorful bodies and
tossed into blackness
to dance alone.
Some are given partners,
little moons to set their mood,
to spin their silvery light around them
and sing their songs at night
to put their children to sleep.
Some stay awake for the song,
some watch their slow dance,
and some look up at the milky sky and
wonder if matter thinks about them back.
Jun 24, 2018
Jun 24, 2018 at 4:15 PM UTC
It rained when she left.
I didn't even love her.
So why did it rain?
Nov 18, 2017
Nov 18, 2017 at 11:06 AM UTC
Photograph
I looked at a face
no longer there.
A frozen smile,
familiar and warm.
Once young,
now old.
Gone with time and
long forgotten.
Eyes lingering on
pasty ink
paled by rays of sun.
Cradling a frame of a
foregoing time,
fingertips brushing
against a landscape once familiar,
now faded.
Sep 25, 2017
Sep 25, 2017 at 4:45 PM UTC
Crack on concrete
Losing his feet,
slipping on sweet
sweaty poison.
Man's head down
blood on the ground.
Phone's background;
a daughter's face
smiling behind
shattered glass.
Red tears
make their smears
on creased cheeks
as he looks back down
to the phone on the ground
unable to make sorrow's
humble sound.
He looks around
Broken down
and stuck to the ground.
Ankles cracked and twisted as
he's lifted by three strangers;
lost souls
who forget their woes
for just a moment
as they sit him back down
on the ground,
and watch him cry
as they call for help.
Sep 24, 2017
Sep 24, 2017 at 3:13 PM UTC
Within the sanctity
of my middle eye,
I watched red turn blue,
touching the hue of someone I knew.
A glimpse of the past,
somehow tainted along the never ending journey
of self-discovery,
spiraling into charred shades
of colors that couldn’t be dreamt,
watching everything it knew
catch fire and burn away;
a soul withering and warping
like a suffering leaf
against the red heat of insanity.
Presently dowsing itself in icy teal auras,
steaming amongst the grey mental balance,
smiling.
Is this who I was?
Someone I left behind?
Sep 21, 2017
Sep 21, 2017 at 10:53 AM UTC
How hungry you were
Sinking your hooks in deep,
cracking open my chest,
looking for more. But
I've felt this before.
How hungry you were, those
sharp fingers tearing at my skin
and leaving me sore,
Cracking ribs open like toothpicks
after a meal.
How hungry you were.
Craving my healthy heart and
blood. Lapping it all up
like some depraved thirsty dog.
How hungry you were
to satiate your pain,
to toss yours away
and replace it with mine.
Oh how hungry you were,
when you found me empty.
Sep 20, 2017
Sep 20, 2017 at 8:54 AM UTC
Every time I close my eyes
I see a face,
clear and perfect. Yet
ever changing
like a memory
fading and morphing.
I don't know this face,
who they are or
where they're from.
Why they're in my head.
And at night, those
images morph themselves into dreams,
and I see her again;
her lost blurry eyes
in search of something
they can't find.
And then,
in a brief moment of clarity
they meet mine
and I somehow feel
found again, like a piece
of my soul has been given back.
Every time I try my hardest to hold on,
desperate to stay there with her,
scared of waking up lost.
Sometimes I think
she's just another lost
lonely soul
in search of
an old friend
who she's known forever.
Sometimes I think
she's out there
wandering the world
and that maybe
with some patience and luck
I'll meet her one day.
Sep 17, 2017
Sep 17, 2017 at 4:41 AM UTC
She’s wearing it again.
Hiding behind its porcelain green glare like some
righteous shield.
He wants so desperately to just peel it off her face
that he cuts off his own.
He’d lie and smile.
Show off his new mask and
Crack a joke about the broken pencil, a
pointless **** poor flavor of humor
reminding them where they went wrong.
She wouldn’t notice anyway;
Too excessively engaged with the
idea of a lonely low-priced studio.
He knows this, and remains perched in silence
like a mute bird. Staring off into space
and recounting mistakes;
Feeling the colorless
truth bleed from the corners of grooved eyes
down to the edges of blue lips
that he so regrets unveiling.
Knock knock
Who’s there?
The boy lying
in ambush with a camera,
pining to dig up shiny smiles of the past.
How they laughed at such jokes.
Sep 16, 2017
Sep 16, 2017 at 6:28 PM UTC