I'm sorry if I resemble a sparrow
With a fear of flight
When I shield my abdomen
With apologetic arms.
As if my trembling elbows
Could avert your glances
Long enough to distract you
From your examination of
The inadequacy
That lay beneath.
I'm sorry if my fingers stumble
Upon yours when you
Glide them across
Skin that's already been
Rewarded in stripes
And metal kisses.
I only say sorry
Because If I could,
I'd place my regret
In a envelope
Addressed to your eyes,
Entitled the parts of me you
Dare not see.
The parts that make me
Me.
Apr 22, 2016
Apr 22, 2016 at 1:14 AM UTC
For a star to be born, there is one thing that must happen:
a gaseous nebula must collapse.
So collapse.
Crumble.
This is not your destruction.
This is your birth.
Nov 27, 2015
Nov 27, 2015 at 7:09 PM UTC
There is no such thing
as a bad writer,
just one who isn't sad
- not sad enough.
Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 10:10 PM UTC
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature’s changing course untrimmed.
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st;
Nor shall death brag thou wand’rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st,
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
Nov 6, 2015
Nov 6, 2015 at 3:33 PM UTC
1052
I never saw a Moor—
I never saw the Sea—
Yet know I how the Heather looks
And what a Billow be.
I never spoke with God
Nor visited in Heaven—
Yet certain am I of the spot
As if the Checks were given—
Oct 10, 2015
Oct 10, 2015 at 1:58 PM UTC
i will look for you in places we have never seen & on the empty streets of cities that don't actually exist.
i will look for you.
Aug 26, 2015
Aug 26, 2015 at 10:26 PM UTC