Love isn’t a good morning text
Or some other slanted
Minuscule gesture
It is a presence looming
Craving to capture you
Envelope you in your entirety
But here we are waiting on a rose
Or a gift
A letter
Perhaps if that’s what love has become
Then I will hope I find something better
Dec 7, 2017
Dec 7, 2017 at 8:00 PM UTC
he interrupted me
in the middle of
an earth shatteringly
pointless story
to tell me i had
a cute laugh,
in a smoke-filled
garage infront of
all of our friends.
i said,
*"alright dude
**** off"*
that night
i slept in the fetal
position with four blankets
and craved his skin so
bad i didn't even notice
that i bit my lip
until the pool of blood
collecting inside the deep ditch
of my gums, began to taste
of hot metal
today he texted me
while i was at work
and asked if he could
bring me a coffee
i looked at myself
in the bathroom mirror,
sighed and told him
we were busy
then i bought a
coffee for myself,
let the bitter sweet
warm liquid
linger on my tongue
and pretended
it was his lips
alone is a state of being
and i have never been alone,
lonely is a state of mind
and i have never been anything but
Dec 7, 2017
Dec 7, 2017 at 7:59 PM UTC
don't feel sorry for me.
I am a competent,
satisfied human being.
be sorry for the others
who
fidget
complain
who
constantly
rearrange their
lives
like
furniture.
juggling mates
and
attitudes
their
confusion is
constant
and it will
touch
whoever they
deal with.
beware of them:
one of their
key words is
"love."
and beware those who
only take
instructions from their
God
for they have
failed completely to live their own
lives.
don't feel sorry for me
because I am alone
for even
at the most terrible
moments
humor
is my
companion.
I am a dog walking
backwards
I am a broken
banjo
I am a telephone wire
strung up in
Toledo, Ohio
I am a man
eating a meal
this night
in the month of
September.
put your sympathy
aside.
they say
water held up
Christ:
to come
through
you better be
nearly as
lucky.
Dec 9, 2016
Dec 9, 2016 at 11:04 PM UTC
Look at you,
with your
cat ears, face paint,
masks of every sort
Look at you,
dressing up
as something you aren't
as if you don't already do that
364 days out of the year
Oct 30, 2016
Oct 30, 2016 at 11:07 PM UTC
Look out the window, or stare at the screen
I can't tell you what any of these posts mean
Everyone wants their five seconds of fame
Social media making everyone look the same
I'm not romanticizing the way it was before
I just can't take mindless scrolling anymore
Oct 7, 2016
Oct 7, 2016 at 11:03 PM UTC
the house next door makes me
sad.
both man and wife rise early and
go to work.
they arrive home in early evening.
they have a young boy and a girl.
by 9 p.m. all the lights in the house
are out.
the next morning both man and
wife rise early again and go to
work.
they return in early evening.
By 9 p.m. all the lights are
out.
the house next door makes me
sad.
the people are nice people, I
like them.
but I feel them drowning.
and I can't save them.
they are surviving.
they are not
homeless.
but the price is
terrible.
sometimes during the day
I will look at the house
and the house will look at
me
and the house will
weep, yes, it does, I
feel it.
Oct 7, 2016
Oct 7, 2016 at 10:30 PM UTC