My lungs are filled with bright stardust.
When I exhale, I see new stars erupt all around me.
And from the blank, shimmering faces, I can see a watchful eye.
The long nights stretch ahead in front of us like a perfect syzygy,
bringing the sun and Earth closer together.
Pouted lips and wide, troubled eyes.
The epitome of beauty stands before a mirror,
painted without worry and fear.
The luminous features swim in and out of my dreary mind,
causing my reality to become all the more splendid.
Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 7:20 PM UTC
A wave.
An awesome wave crashes upon the shore.
Yellow, coarse send explodes in a vivid shower of gold.
Aquamarine water lands upon palm trees.
Blood-red skyline shimmers for a moment before flickering into the dawn.
A star.
A crystal star twinkles delicately among the night sky.
Blinking in the universe, small, but so massive.
Independent from the world,
Burning the elements around its flaring warmth.
Finally, suddenly, exploding in a great burst of energy.
A lunar eclipse.
Blocking out the light that warms us on brisk fall days.
Rust orange, capturing light particles,
Creating fire in the sky.
Standing bright against an indigo backdrop.
A shout.
A violent noise that lifts the dust from the floor.
Shaking the roof over a solitary home.
As the drunken emits his lion roar in an assertion of dominance.
Powerful, frightening;
Taking the breath away from the silent night.
Destructive and burning,
Leaving burn marks upon the wall.
Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 7:18 PM UTC
I'm on my bed and she's playing with my hair
Electrical currents run through her fingertips, making my hair stand on end
There are lantern lights floating above our heads, tiny suns illuminating our pale bodies
She spends her Saturdays strumming Debussy from her harp in the moonlight, laughing and dancing without worry while I sit on the floor with colored ink all over my hands, stencils littering the floor and printing press pushed against the cement wall
She loves the smell of waffles in the morning and the way I look at my reflection in the mirror
She says my nose looks roman and she wants my face in her chest and I want to say I don't know when she asks what this is
I want to say I don't know to a lot but every time those three syllables rise in my throat, I choke
I feel the white cold fear grip my chest
I want the answer to everything, to be the oracle that everyone seeks in times of doubt
To be the all knowing, the wise, to understand the workings of the world
I want to tell her in scientific terms why my heart beats faster everyone she touches my face, why when she's not around me my brain feels cloudy and grey like the Washington skies above our heads, why every time I hear that song I want to be the singer on stage and sing the words just for her, why that time we were on my bed and the lights hovered over our porcelain figures I felt whole and like we were gods
But these thoughts are just for me
There is no need to say them out loud, for I know she feels this
She is an M80 on the 4th of July, luminous green sparks that catch my heart on fire
She is perfectly imperfect, purring at the sight of peaches in the summer heat
She is my rose, my bud that springs forth, bravely and passionately into spring
She is all I need, all I desire.
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 3:41 PM UTC
sometimes
you write a poem
and you think
**** that's good
this is not one of them
Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 5:54 PM UTC
She blooms
As words tumble
Through painted lips
A purple visage
Blinding my thoughts
From my eyes
She is fit
For a Spanish queen
Now that I have flown
I must make my way
She makes the sound
The sea makes
Breathing in hymns and lullabies
Into my dreams
Put me to rest now
Lay me in a bed
Adorned with rocks
She will take today
And form it into tomorrow
Rocking my battered, fragile self
Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 6:28 PM UTC
I want to be with you,
Alone and in solitude.
A mouthful of glue,
You stick my tongue to the roof of my mind.
There is no need for these rambunctious thoughts,
Although I cannot help it,
Collecting fast like blood clots.
But your wide eyes catch my wandering gaze.
Breathe in all the time,
Rustling your tired feathers.
I cannot bear to commit this crime.
I’ll keep this secret in the basement of my brain.
As long as I can remember,
The sunrise has blossomed in your eyes.
And your knotted back needs tender fingers.
These creases need undoing.
The path to your hear is lined with thorns.
Vines snare my ankles, leaving gashes.
The air outside is thick with stormy weather,
So let’s stay in tonight.
Dream of our hands like black mambas.
Twisting over each other, so venomous,
Awaiting that bite that marks skin as red as trauma.
Perforated marks tearing your beautiful imperfections.
My insanity runs as wild as horses,
Tumbling through cortex and sulci.
Until through my open mouth, it forces itself out.
Screams of passion building, then finally subsiding.
Now everything has settled.
Our lips are afraid of one another.
For weeks, weeping and biting nails, hungry and fretted.
Longing for what may arise in a volcanic explosion.
Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 6:27 PM UTC
In the woods
During youthful days
A cabin stands irresolute
A great pond surrounds the yawning forest
Emphasized by a worn dock
Jutting into the glassy water
In the summer
Sailboats drift lazily
Along the surface
Driven
By gentle winds
But in the chill
Of bitter winter
The water freezes to icy blue
Cracks appear
As heavy feet touch the fragile slate
At night
The iridescent moon erupts
Bursting with quiet violence
Perforating gentle clouds
Transforming the water
Into diamonds
Everything
Is here
Within
Without
Hovering above the world
In flushed splendor
Lost in the wild
A love and a life
Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 6:27 PM UTC
i always slept
better
when I could hear
the rain
trickling
down gutters
pattering
against window panes
bringing life
to the night
bringing the smell
of rich
californian soil
redwood trees
drinking in
the sweet taste
of crystal water
simplified
back in a time
where no stress
or fear
or anxiety
could grip me
and hold me
prisoner
Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 6:26 PM UTC
There are always secrets that lie under rocks
Floating just below the surface
Waiting to rise for everyone to see
We hide these from one another
Too scared to let everyone know
Our true identity
Petrified of who will see us
For who we truly are
Every time I walk outside
I see eyes
Glued to LED screens
I attempt to make contact
To reach out to these extra terrestrials
In order to gather awareness
To find some consciousness
To know that I am not alone
To be afraid of being lonely
That is what grabs us all
And pulls us down by our feet
Suddenly and abruptly
Striving to be unique individuals
In a society that blurs the lines
Between male and female
Filling out expectations like prescriptions
Needing to fulfill standards
In order to be accepted
To be desired
To be longed for
Like a perfect representation
Of what it means to be human
Until the true meaning is lost in the waves
Thrown into the endless sea
And all that is left
Is just an image
Taken at face value
A façade that fools each and every one of us
Taking us into the protection of its wings
While simultaneously lying to us
And eventually everyone becomes
Afraid of depression and afraid of fear
That builds upon itself
Like a great fire
Sweeping through bushes
Burning ambition alive
Charring the very breath from my lungs
Singing my words
And tainting my very existence
Until I am not myself
Just a charred speck of ash
Waiting to be swept away
Into the endless night
But then
I realize that I am not alone
Instead of being trapped in the confines
Of my own mind
Pushing against the walls
Of my brain
Struggling to find oxygen
Outside of the synapses
I am instead surrounded
By the millions of other ashes
We have burned together
And we remain together
Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 6:25 PM UTC
Above all,
I fear fear itself
Its paralyzing power
Like some sort of poison
Incapacitating me from head to toe
If I give in, I am just another victim
Restrained from feeling
And stuck in a world of the unknown
Where the future reins its ugly head
And the past is nowhere to be seen
The present is just another image
Waiting to be destroyed in a flurry
These thoughts rob me of my senses
And soon I am living a dream
I lose my sense of time
Too weak to stay afloat
Ready for the waves to swallow me whole
And just when all is lost
A hand reaches deep down
Into the waves
And pulls me up by the collar
Saying, “this is not death”
“death is far away”
“death is busy”
“death is preoccupied”
“death does not pay attention to you”
“for you have not caught his attention”
And I am released
Free to drift away
Towards an island that supports me
Free to live amongst the world
The earth still remains spinning
It has not yet ceased
And in the distance
A sunrise can be seen
Can you see it?
Perhaps it is just my imagination
Perhaps I am just dreaming
Lost amongst the stars
And the future or past
Cannot reach me here
I am invincible
Lying in the pacific
Gazing up at the sun and stars
As the moon fishes
For diamonds
Sprinkling my raft
With stardust
Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 6:25 PM UTC