You are becoming my sense of home, one that I don't feel like abandoning.
Sep 13, 2015
Sep 13, 2015 at 3:14 AM UTC
False eyes cast shadows
across the glint of a dark horizon.
A stained mattress and a trace of senselessness.
A vacancy and a void.
Prospects of chaos.
Overbearing amounts of black coffee.
A box of aged slides,
projected onto a brick wall.
Nerve endings.
A small beginning.
Sep 12, 2015
Sep 12, 2015 at 3:45 AM UTC
scuffling along the grassy path.
worn out and wondering.
wandering and wandering.
calmly morbid.
lost in the thick scent
of pine trees and dead leaves.
shatter my bones and leave me to the crows.
Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 1:13 AM UTC
Washing my hands clean of the marks I no longer want to see.
Aug 8, 2015
Aug 8, 2015 at 4:59 AM UTC
~
This morning drifts
upon scattered leaves
as tiny raindrops
fall the eaves
from clouded form
in shades of gray
when sunlight hides
its shine away
The flowers droop
of garden share
neath willow branch
and dampened air
with spider webs
in woven strand
mosaics draped
across the land
And sparrows lie
in huddled rest
on folded wing
within their nest
A dreary day
of tempered mist
when colors found
are darkly kissed
Yet as I gaze
into your eyes
my thoughts begin
with azure skies,
sweet buttercups
of golden glow
in meadows green
their petals flow
Of butterflies
and bumblebees
like rainbows float
through emerald trees
For every beauty
there might be
I find them when
you smile at me
So bring the rain
and gloomy faire
For in my heart
I shall not care
As all my days
begin with you
and there is not
a better hue
Aug 4, 2015
Aug 4, 2015 at 2:26 AM UTC
uncovered comfort in
empty nothingness.
outer space and
fields of wildflowers.
drunk on orbits.
jumping off skyscrapers filled with dust.
consuming vases overfilled with memories
and scattered pieces of home.
dark matter summoning tranquility.
Aug 4, 2015
Aug 4, 2015 at 1:06 AM UTC
i once read
where someone said
'we run from rain
but sit in tubs filled with
water.'
and since that moment,
on days where teardrops
fall from the sky,
i have not skipped out
on letting them kiss my skin
and melt into my hair
because i want to feel
everything i can in this mundane
life before -
Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 2:38 AM UTC
your hair is unruly and unkempt
and i can't seem to form a coherent thought.
your very being is a colorful illustration
that i could study endlessly.
let me drink you in.
i promise not to leak.
i will savor every drop
and never let you flee.
Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 2:28 AM UTC
there is a courtyard
behind the abandoned hospital.
vines crawl up the walls like cancer;
like a sickness that cannot be contained.
just like my irrational eagerness for pertinence.
disconnect my conscious thoughts.
make this infection disappear.
Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 1:37 AM UTC