Streetlights,
a false confidence.
The shining, shimmering idea
that there’s somebody looking out for you.
But it’s still black when dawn invades the dark
and as your night ends
mine stretches well into the sun.
Mar 30, 2018
Mar 30, 2018 at 8:23 AM UTC
Gutted,
you silent monument to a happier time and place
hang beneath a sky
that promised bigger and better things.
And time has not been kind.
Your coat has cracked under duress
and the softest wind takes pieces of you when it leaves
like ashes in a plume.
The sun does not smile upon you.
It burns.
Mar 16, 2018
Mar 16, 2018 at 11:50 PM UTC
Cast out,
I leave the hostile universe of your arms
in search of warmer suns.
It’s not hard to be alone out here,
but the infinity is humbling.
An endless stretch of nothingness.
In time I will look back at the darkness
at you, a satellite in the vacuum,
for no matter how far I drift
I feel your gravity, though weakened,
it still grips.
Mar 16, 2018
Mar 16, 2018 at 11:49 PM UTC
There’s a depression in my bed
where last you lay your head
and I still roll over in the night
just to catch your scent.
But it’s fleeting,
fleeing
and once the mattress has finally reset
the depression will still remain
only it will be the one inside my head.
Mar 16, 2018
Mar 16, 2018 at 11:48 PM UTC
The radio wheel clicks beneath your fingers
and silence follows.
This time it was something I said.
And you're not looking at me anymore.
Your eyes are fixed ahead.
Toward oncoming traffic
or maybe a bug,
guts across the glass, spread.
You're tuning out my apologies.
Your eyes are fixed ahead.
The gears beneath us churning
drive the distance in my head
the gap between the seats;
between us
seems to measure the greatest of lengths.
There's traffic in three lanes
and we're heading toward a mess
You say 'I love you."
But your eyes...
they stay fixed ahead.
Jan 27, 2018
Jan 27, 2018 at 8:46 PM UTC
Thumb to test the water,
headlights stream,
one, two, three,
a dozen pass.
Between horizons,
indifferent and distant,
forward or back,
a stagnant traveller
always in motion
settles for nowhere.
Nov 16, 2017
Nov 16, 2017 at 7:59 AM UTC
Early sun by the stair
looms a shadow over discarded shoes,
an open door, empty suitcase.
For two.
Ways parted in A.M silence,
a single passing glance, of thought,
of shame.
Dear, we won't be here again,
or the same.
Oh but what time won't change.
The moon to a passenger,
your room still haunts me at night.
These sheets around my throat,
know they are not mine.
Morning girl,
I will learn in time,
not to be so tired.
Nov 15, 2017
Nov 15, 2017 at 8:40 AM UTC
There’s a distance in me, too great, too steep
and I have been left crawling, calling,
clawing by the subconscious defeat.
I have gasped at the beauty of mountains I’ll never climb
and envisioned myself at their peak.
But what would I do up there?
What would I do with the world at my feet?
Well, I would scream at the void,
hear it echo again and again
and know that I was finally heard.
I was heard in the end.
Aug 6, 2016
Aug 6, 2016 at 5:56 AM UTC
I hold your memory in my skin, every touch, every kiss,
embedded deep within.
On the darkest of nights, I can feel them, they burn,
They bring me warmth and comfort.
They make my stomach churn.
I will never know why you couldn’t love me,
you know a part of me doesn’t even care.
It’s your absence that speaks in volumes.
More than when you were ever here.
And should you find your happiness,
the one you couldn’t find in me
I hope you never know what it feels like
to watch them turn away and leave.
To claw at your wrists until you’ve wrung
your heart right off your sleeve.
To chase after a fading dream,
when you’ve been resigned to your knees.
Oct 21, 2015
Oct 21, 2015 at 5:40 AM UTC
Conquer the world or so we agreed,
but now that we’re here, do we have the need
for such a place so full of apathy and greed?
This isn’t how we thought it would be.
Set out to see the places on our screens,
but nothing is like it was supposed to be,
there’s a sadness here and there’s a sadness there,
so thick we could choke ourselves upon the tangible despair.
Hopes shattered in plain sight.
This is where dreamers go to die.
All the longest days, all the sleepless nights,
wasted on horizons upon which we had set our sights.
Now there’s nothing left to sink our teeth into but misery
and the bitter taste of a life lived in perpetual reverie.
World shattered in plain sight.
This is where dreamers live to die.
Sep 30, 2015
Sep 30, 2015 at 10:38 PM UTC