To the ghost
Who just whispered
Incoherently into my ear,
Then tugged my feet
And lit a cigarette:
Its two AM.
What the **** do you want?
Please go back to sleep.
Aug 26, 2024
Aug 26, 2024 at 2:03 AM UTC
Dear Love,
I found you in the back alley way
near the barn on a bike
and swimming in the glen.
Saw you jump right in,
*** out, into a freezing pool -
middle fingers in the air
like some weird baptismal funeral.
I felt the weight of your losses on my shoulders
like a backpacking trip from hell,
and the way your lips pressed against one another
in an empty room.
Heard you laugh in an empty room
and fill cars with God-awful karaoke,
windows down and smiling the whole time.
I tasted your tears when you laughed
so hard that you cried, or cried so hard that you laughed,
bittersweet like a chipwich in a 711 parking lot.
Smelt your pain like a two-day-old dish
just waiting to be scrubbed, and
your happiness in clean clothes and roadside flowers.
They say soul mates aren't real,
its just who you put the work into.
Each day I wake up to you,
raw and real and still trying,
still learning and loving and giving it your all,
and honey that's just why I love,
Myself
May 8, 2023
May 8, 2023 at 2:34 PM UTC
it slips
and it dips.
it falls
to the wayside,
like clothing
on the floor
or brown hair
on a pillow.
it waves
in piles
of misplacement
that crash
and fall,
rippling
and blurring
from one day
to the next.
Mar 28, 2022
Mar 28, 2022 at 1:53 PM UTC
There is more paint on my hands
Than my canvas,
Which is blessed with an image
Of my dog's **** and I love it.
There is a small stain
Of yellow splattered memory
From when I knocked over
The paint tube for the 17th time,
And no one yells. I love it.
It is a Friday night at 24,
My first night alone in my apartment.
All of my friends are drinking,
Or spending time with their partners,
But I am here, drinking wine out the bottle,
Sneaking leftovers out the fridge with my bare hands,
Spilling paint all over my ******* self,
Painting a silly doggy ****
And for once
I am happy
Alone.
Jan 14, 2022
Jan 14, 2022 at 10:03 PM UTC
Everyone asks
"Aren't you afraid
To travel all alone?"
I reply
"Not at all.
I am afraid
To never have gone."
Jan 1, 2022
Jan 1, 2022 at 6:52 PM UTC
I used to write a lot,
I had a lot to say.
These days I am quieter,
It's easier that way.
Dec 15, 2021
Dec 15, 2021 at 10:26 AM UTC
I looked outside and saw
The leaves had fallen off,
The grass had yellowed
Some time ago.
I did not notice
For quite some time.
I saw my hands in the glow of clouds
And wondered,
How long has it been?
How much time has gone by?
I want so much more
Than four walls and a bed,
To simply wake up,
pillow under my head,
A meal in my stomach
But I am simply fed up.
The way set in place
By society, blindly
Tapping my way through
A 9-5, 8-6, 7-9,
Why?
When did I lose
The dream for something more?
I am drowning, weighed down
By rigid rules and indecision.
I worry it's too late to save me.
Dec 15, 2021
Dec 15, 2021 at 10:14 AM UTC
Two grey sneakers
On a narrow, dirt,
Forgotten path.
An indescribable,
Unbearable urge:
To run away.
To have it.
The boy,
The girls,
The dog.
The house
With a roast
In the oven,
An aroma of carrots
In the air.
Leaves colored
And falling.
A fire going.
No where to be
And be happy about it.
What a dream,
What a dream.
Sep 14, 2021
Sep 14, 2021 at 6:00 PM UTC