The thing about love, she thought
Is that it is not a thing, it cannot be bought
It is an unseen truth
Like helium in a balloon,
Or a blind lie
Like eyes bound in silk tie
My worthless heart too easily torn apart
My shoulder I would gift if only his weight I could lift
The only thing to possess
In this flesh colored mess
Is this jagged spine
Once perfectly aligned
Now crooked and broken
Not much of a token
But the thing about thoughts
Is they too can't be bought
Or held and consoled
Defined truths untold
Can circles be misled?
I think I made you up inside my head
I think I made you up, she said
Like helium....inside my head.
Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 9:13 PM UTC
You wouldn’t have heard it anyway
All the words I tried to say
Came instead like stocking knees
Protected from the slightest breeze
Someday
You would let me know
You said
Perhaps even words get bruised in your bed
The lie, the love, the flattened mind
I once believed in kind
Kneeling on the stocking knee
Was just another way you deafened me
Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 9:59 AM UTC
I do not even know you anymore.
Yet, I believe every stranger that bears your name
Is you.
Aug 11, 2014
Aug 11, 2014 at 11:01 AM UTC
He saw the curls I tugged to straighten each day, and said
"I love you."
Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 7:42 AM UTC
She turns each page
Slow
Like smoke rising from
An old flame
It is a borrowed book,
Every word she wishes were her own
It is quiet
The only sound
her fingers on the page
Every word. Every page
Turning so slow
She is reading by the light of fireflies
Seeing what she wants
Flashes like matches quickly burning out
Slow, like the smoke rising,
She turns each page
Story unfinished
Another of his cigarettes burns out.
He ignites again.
As if he is helping
As if the burning
Smoking
Burning
Are what she wants
The Book
The Words
They should be the fire
not
His
lips
Jul 29, 2014
Jul 29, 2014 at 5:07 PM UTC
Finally
You found beauty
A constellation of words
(Whispered screams)
Shattered against the wall
Broken glass
Reflecting
- mirror embedded in
Time
Though this
This is not me.
You are still not sure
Of the stars post stamped
you found beauty
Finally
Jul 14, 2014
Jul 14, 2014 at 10:20 PM UTC
I was late for you
You feigned as though
I asked you to make the sun rise early
The truth, as he said
Is that it will always rise
With rays so bright
I cannot wait to dip
My words in their brilliant colors
And paint for you
I was late and
moon
for you.
Jul 11, 2014
Jul 11, 2014 at 6:17 PM UTC
I want you,
I want you to take in
My words like never before
Taste them like chocolate
Let them caress your tongue as they melt
In your mouth
Swallow
Cocoon them.
Keep them warm as they make their way
To butterflies in your stomach
Let them play.
Allow them,
Pieces of me
Inside of you,
Part of you
Touching you
Jul 3, 2014
Jul 3, 2014 at 11:50 PM UTC
Folded on a bruised plea
Pain defined by agony
It does not matter what you love
But who are you when push becomes shove
Lettered on a paper bag
Empty when vowels lack
Reality in memories
Nothing but hypocrisy
Truth is not in thoughts alone
The past will never be full grown
Today is just played pretend
Tomorrow not your time to lend
Yesterday a foreign word my
Recollected
Reminiscing
Realistic
Friend deferred.
Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 11:00 AM UTC
Diamond pitched dark to black
The milky way is never exact
Paper smiles and fielded dreams
The stars will need the moon it seems
Cap shifted left to block the ray
Heat hits the hand all the same
One, two, and three make home
All the Angels feel alone
The Devil sits upon the mound
Shoulder sore from pleasing the crowd
Nine a measure of lined up time
Not long enough when the score unties.
Jun 25, 2014
Jun 25, 2014 at 6:23 PM UTC