i missed the taste of an apple
i didn't even know i really liked apples
until I moved from home and fresh fruits in my diet
became such a rarity
it brought me back home
the taste of an apple
made me nostalgic
reminded me of the summer days
my mom would buy only
apples
instead of the cool fruits-- like
strawberries, blueberries, raspberries--
my favorites
instead she would buy only apples
(the kind that were on sale, of course)
and I would be disappointed
but begrudgingly I would enjoy the
taste of an apple,
on a hot summer day that leaves that earthy smell
in your hair
Mar 14, 2015
Mar 14, 2015 at 2:17 AM UTC
this city makes me want to write poems
on little paper napkins,
damp with rings of condensation in cafes
like I imagine all my favorite writers did
Hemingway, Fitzgerald, Bukowski
all scrawling their thoughts on little paper napkins,
cigarette in hand,
coffee (no doubt Irish) before them...
Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 10:34 PM UTC
I am the thinnest slice of pizza
A warm beer
A scratched DVD
A lukewarm shower
A last resort
I'm what one settles for when all other options have been exhausted
And what is disposed of the moment something better presents itself
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 3:06 AM UTC
i never thought i'd want to cry.
i never thought i'd be begging those tears to fall, coaxing them out of my eyes
until my heart was ripped to shreds and replaced into my chest in the form of a pile of amorphous pulp.
and when the tears need
to fall the most
they won't
i strain so hard i nearly burst
i think of your face
your image plastered on my retinas
i let the "I love you"s,
the "forever"s ring in my ears
i remember all the things you did that made me smile
made me feel like the luckiest human being on earth...
but no tears fall.
no lump forms in my throat.
i am numb.
i was paralyzed the moment i stormed into your house and found her.
that night my world fell apart.
that night your mask fell away.
that night the man that I loved died and was replaced
by a monster
a savage
i believed you.
i believed everything.
i believed the "I love you"s.
i believed the sweet kisses.
i believed the tender looks and the gentle caresses.
But i do not know you anymore,
you are no longer anything to me but a vile egocentric
thing.
yet i cannot morn
no tears will fall
you've left me paralyzed
your venom courses through my veins
Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 8:55 PM UTC
it's 3am and
I miss you so much
I can hardly breathe
the shirt you gave me to sleep in
still smells like you
but every day it smells a little less like you
and a little more like me
and I fear for the day the smell of you is gone completely
because you'll just feel that much further away
Jul 14, 2014
Jul 14, 2014 at 5:05 PM UTC
I am
so envious
of the cities that
get to
hold you
while I sit here
at home
with empty arms
Jul 14, 2014
Jul 14, 2014 at 4:59 PM UTC
there's something about him
that makes me want to sing and dance,
something that makes those previously dormant butterflies,
whom I has begun to worry had been so neglected up they'd withered away in my gut,
awake with such fury
I don't know why it's him
who has caused such a confused flurry inside my heart and mind--
I just met him,
yet I know he's it
he's the one,
as cliché as it may sound,
if there is a one he is it
and with him I have that thing
that rare thing
that happens upon first sight
but, oh, the fear I feel
at the though that
he may not
feel this too
Apr 18, 2014
Apr 18, 2014 at 1:27 PM UTC
there's always been something about her,
something that I know has been breathing life into my decrepit soul from the moment we met.
she carefully takes my bitterly realistic view of my world and changes it into something so beautiful,
I no longer recognize it as my own.
she's revealed to me such possibility,
such wonder and adventure--
it's the way she sees this delicacy in every human being that makes them so beautiful to her.
and it's her presence,
the mere fact that she's remained by my side despite my often dark demeanor,
that is slowly beginning to brighten the world around me, allowing me to see things I couldn't before--
to see this beauty, this delicacy of this life and the possibilities of the future
Apr 12, 2014
Apr 12, 2014 at 11:20 PM UTC
It's funny how
that one drunken slip of the tongue
that led to slurred confessions
so drastically altered my life,
altered me.
It was the ***
that gave me the courage to tell you
how lovely you are
As sloppily as they had dripped from my tongue,
my words started a fire,
and before I knew it I was falling deeply in love
with every piece of your fragile being.
You fanned the flames and ran
not turning back to look upon the blaze as it ravaged me
I just find it ironic
that *** started this hellish blaze
that is tearing through my heart,
and with ***
I now make inane attempts
to put it out
Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 12:37 AM UTC