the trees breathe for us, the sun brightens our world
the window leaves a new scene each minute
our mirror images change each glance
our blood flows and lungs expand
bodies get big and small and big and small
the ants crawl at our feet and the birds fly over our heads
we have stardust watching over us at night
Aug 11, 2021
Aug 11, 2021 at 5:51 PM UTC
is loneliness always this permanent?
a scar that shows its head as the moon rises
never profound, always blurry
weeks become one day, one day stretches into weeks
interacting with others like a child again
relearning how to be human again
Aug 11, 2021
Aug 11, 2021 at 5:39 PM UTC
the milk expired today
my head aches
2:00 all day in bed
the table adorned in molded cups and jewelry from the days before
plants need watering, body needs watering
alongside my pillow lies my rings and lighter and glasses
eyes heavy and mind clouded
coffee accidentally too sweet
Jun 19, 2021
Jun 19, 2021 at 10:58 PM UTC
a ghost kisses the inside of my wrists
as i reach toward the sky i feel ribs under my fingers
the moon is lovely tonight and id love to spend more time with her
May 7, 2021
May 7, 2021 at 12:59 PM UTC
the morning sun melts the ice
the green on the trees seems a shade lighter
the sky around seems brighter
green has always been my favorite color
Apr 27, 2021
Apr 27, 2021 at 1:10 PM UTC
as i sit on the balcony of a house that is not my own
i see the passerbys enjoy the warmth of the sun
sheltered from the heat, stuck feeling the chill
i see the cars drive past while my feet sit still
my morning coffee bitter, and my heart cold
it seems as though the breeze has taken hold
the shadows on the side of the house the only mark of me
Apr 27, 2021
Apr 27, 2021 at 1:05 PM UTC
the almost summer breeze sends shivers through the trees
the greenery too bright for the cold
my heart aches as the weather changes
but change is always meant to come
Apr 27, 2021
Apr 27, 2021 at 1:01 PM UTC
for a long time when i looked in the mirror there was a disconnect between what i saw and what i looked like
my cheeks were pudgy and my lips were dry
i had picked apart myself until what was reflected didn't reflect myself
Mar 30, 2021
Mar 30, 2021 at 6:44 PM UTC
when i was a child i had thought of a life much different from mine
as an adult i still long for the delusions of my dreams
it is hard to picture my future absent of some magic
some otherworldly force to make it worth the effort
when i grow even older will i still wish for more
Mar 30, 2021
Mar 30, 2021 at 6:37 PM UTC
the sticky smell of the dogwood blossoms as i drive through the streets most familiar to me
brick houses and front porches and dogs in the backyards
windows down the sun is out but the trees aren't yet green
i could close my eyes and the way would find itself to me
left right right foot on the brakes and park
Mar 30, 2021
Mar 30, 2021 at 6:31 PM UTC