maybe
the burning in your chest
when you see something
that you’re not supposed to see
is the feeling
of a body
trying to fix
a broken heart
by cauterizing the wounds
it’ll still be broken
but at least you won’t
bleed out
Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 2:14 PM UTC
I stood next to you
and listened to the lyrics
that always reminded me of you.
I stood next to you
but not with you.
I stood next to you
and felt your warmth
but it wasn’t for me.
I stood next to you
and could smell your skin
but it’s not skin i’ve touched
because you’re not mine
anymore.
Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 2:14 PM UTC
i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones,and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the,shocking fuzz
of your electric furr,and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh….And eyes big love-crumbs,
and possibly i like the thrill
of under me you so quite new
Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 2:02 PM UTC
When I was young
Someone had told me
Something existed
Called a Universal Clock
Even at the tender age
Of nine
I knew this clock
Wasn’t like the ones
We have on Earth
It wouldn’t be analog or digital
It wouldn’t have two
Or three hands
Counting down the hours
And minutes
And seconds
This clock consist of
Planets and
Suns
Rotating
Spinning
Revolving
Around one another
Forever
Time is mysterious
Sometimes we lost it
Sometimes we take it for granted
But what is time
Time is something that not even
A clock
Or planets
Or suns
Could tell us about
Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 9:51 AM UTC
As humans,
We are made of stardust.
Our bones composed of the same materials of the sun.
Our skin cells identical to distant galaxies.
You are no different.
Although you are made up of particles comparable to those light years away,
I have found my home.
Every touch is like the Big Bang,
Making my atoms collide
And galaxies form.
Every kiss is a black hole,
Bringing me in closer,
And distorting time.
Aug 18, 2014
Aug 18, 2014 at 4:42 AM UTC
I am the moon.
Dark and lonely.
Everyone is resting
Minus a few sad souls.
They stay awake
In their despair
And visit with me.
I am awake
When the silent come to talk.
You are the sun.
Adored and exquisite.
You bring happiness
To those beneath you.
They bathe in your rays
In minuscule portions
And visit with their friends.
You are awake
When humanity is alive.
Aug 18, 2014
Aug 18, 2014 at 4:39 AM UTC
beware when you fall in love
with an artist
be it a painter, a singer, or poet
for the artist will
paint you
with strokes and hues
in shapes of every kind
sing about you
with heartbreak lyrics
and feelings which rhyme
write about you
with the simplest words
and a secret message she wants to say
beware of the artist,
and her love
one wrong move
and you're an artwork in her display
May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 9:06 AM UTC
kissing you was like swerving into oncoming traffic
i can never tell if i am more haunted by empty picture frames or the ashes of their contents
you taught me that the saying "pick your battles" meant not answering when love was at the door
sometimes when i drink whiskey i swear i can hear your voice in the creases of my bedsheets & i sleep on the floor
i still catch myself running my hands over things you touched the most, looking for the echoes of your fingertips
i practice things i'll never say to you
i remember the day you told me you didn't like poetry, how "everything's already been said" & how "nothing meaningful can be captured without being cliche" you know, i don't miss you like the sun and moon, i do not miss you like tide bent waves crashing on the shoreline, i miss you like a chernobyl swingset misses children
rumor has it that drowning is a lot like coming home, that drinking bleach can **** the butterflies in your stomach
for your love of cigarettes, i would have been an ashtray
this halloween i want to dress up as the you when you loved yourself and show up on your doorstep
i never understood what you meant when you said i was an instrument, back when you would cup your hands around my chest and breathe through the holes in my heart, i still wonder if the sounds i made remind you of wind chimes
i never paid much attention to abandoned buildings until i became one
in my dreams all the flowers smell like your perfume
i am the only person who has ever wished for the same snowflake to fall twice
if i could go back, and rewrite the definition of audacity, it would be how when we lost the bet of love, you said "we never shook on it"
i love you, if the feeling is not mutual, please pretend this was a poem
the only apology i want from you, is to have you repeat the names of children we will never have in your parents living room until they *****
we are the same person if you find yourself up at 4am dry heaving promises, or if you are kept awake by the laughter of those who've abandoned you
nobody ever told you that goodbyes taste like the back of stamps
sometimes i'm convinced that the only reason we hug, is so you can check my back for exit wounds
May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 2:22 PM UTC
She was the smell of freshly wet soil.
She was the sound of a thunder clap
She was the taste of sweet tea.
She was my lightning on a summer night.
She excited my neurons
And scattered my thoughts.
She rattled my bones
And left me speechless.
Apr 5, 2014
Apr 5, 2014 at 3:19 PM UTC
A cedar chest rested
Covered in layers of dust
That have accumulated over the years.
The lock had not been touched in ages
And the floor not stepped upon.
Because some memories shouldn't be remembered
Like the ones stored in the cedar chest.
Apr 5, 2014
Apr 5, 2014 at 3:18 PM UTC