Against her breath
Ashore the rocky mountain sides
You appear in scattered variants
In the sticky four confines
And well sufficient speaker of lectures
You appear as a whole
But so in a fit of desperation
And sad clenches of my own chest
That call my name and tug at my hair
Up here
You are away
Tucked quietly in between
My few free seconds and downtimes
Even when you show amidst my days
I do not claim a desire
Even in the hours
That you have my every fiber captive
Even in the sunken pillows at Midnight
That sag from weeping
And in the sickness that surfaces by day
In the quiet seconds and the louder ones
I know that you and I lay to rest
Below the bustle and quiet
Of our city noise
And rest there
Peacefully so
Aug 31, 2016
Aug 31, 2016 at 12:38 PM UTC
And so dawns
An age of pain
And uncertainties
And tears
But never will the great land forget
Those aches that rattle in her core
They are scars that will remain
For the grand sunrise of tomorrow
Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 3:30 AM UTC
It is eagerly that I prepare
Turning out lights and **********
Setting aside the following days necessities
And brushing my hair
My heart dances when I see
The black sheets and tossled comforter
Against the matte sky peaking through my window
I sit and sink
Into the noisy springs
And flattened pillows
And almost immediately I descend into
Another bed of another life
In my desperate mind
And it is then that I forget
I'm between the sweet haze of otherworldly dreams
And among the vibrant feelings and happy ventures
The dull muted droll of my own life
And in the blue mornings
As I wake to chronic angers and patient responsibility
Inevitably the cloak of heavy unsatisfaction and disappointment
Settle onto my shoulders
And as before I carry on with my day
Counting the seconds
And blissfully dreaming
Of the bed that waits for me at home
Feb 27, 2016
Feb 27, 2016 at 3:18 PM UTC
It is eagerly that I prepare
Turning out lights and **********
Setting aside the following days necessities
And brushing my hair
My heart dances when I see
The black sheets and tossled comforter
Against the matte sky peaking through my window
I sit and sink
Into the noisy springs
And flattened pillows
And almost immediately I descend into
Another bed of another life
In my desperate mind
And it is then that I forget
I'm between the sweet haze of otherworldly dreams
And among the vibrant feelings and happy ventures
The dull muted droll of my own life
And in the blue mornings
As I wake to chronic angers and patient responsibility
Inevitably the cloak of heavy unsatisfaction and disappointment
Settle onto my shoulders
And as before I carry on with my day
Counting the seconds
And blissfully dreaming
Of the bed that waits for me at home
Feb 27, 2016
Feb 27, 2016 at 3:17 PM UTC
When I open my mouth
And words stumble out
the wrong ones
bring my pride down south
"I'm gay"
I say
every time, every day
every way
And then I speak up
and clarify
"Well, actually
I'm bi"
I hope my shame is as discreet
I hope one day I can say it clear
"I'm bisexual, isn't that neat?"
And I hope it is so this year
Feb 24, 2016
Feb 24, 2016 at 11:37 PM UTC
I strolled down Teeter Avenue
A sway in my step
A tug at my cheek
On the way to the bridge
The green fought through prison stone
And the clouds filled in my umbrellas shift
The waters below were singin'
Such a beautiful song
I took off my jacket
And set it aside
On a gay, tattered bench
An omen no one could hide
I took up a step
Into levels so free
And flung to my death
All while you watched me
Feb 24, 2016
Feb 24, 2016 at 11:23 AM UTC
It is when I lie defensless
That I reach the top - the peak
Of the only pleasant feeling.
It is that of my beautiful nightly affairs
That I do so crave each second I breathe
But as I stir
Waking to a morning
Quite the same as the rest
I chase the faint flicker
Of my sweet midnight endeavors
I struggle to cling
To the faint fading feeling
Of such wanderlust
Such joy
Red hair that I was enamored with
When I have opened my eyes in full
And let the sorrows of today
Tomorrow
And yesterday sink in
The memories skitter away forever
And I'm left to haul another day
Scraping the rugged mountainside
Overlooking the pain of collected rubble
Shoving its way under my fingernails
To reach the sweet escape
On the very top once again
Feb 21, 2016
Feb 21, 2016 at 2:02 AM UTC
He came to me
A shining man
Metallic swords
And endless chance
Paddling white horse
A silhouette in the beating sun
Golden rays brushing his shining sleeves
A dream unable to he undone
He offered his hand,
And off we danced
Twirling in the setting sunlight
Dipping and leading into the nights ascent
Under the sweet navy sky
Freckled with quivering white stars
In between the dark shadow trees
I fell in love, so hard and so high
Follows a morning sun
A valley of color and life
Noise, and time and sense resume
The perfect lovers day
But looking over
On the sweet sweet grass
He is not lying at the end of my love
He is walking to his mule
Wearing tattered clothing
His sword a gnarled rotting stick
Anything but shine
Anything but charm
"You are not my Prince"
I say to him
"I never said I was"
Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 3:34 AM UTC
Squeeze my hands and pinch my cheeks
Walk me to the bus stop and take me to the park
Lets watch some movies and visit the creek
Lets talk until the sky is dark
Oh, Mommy, please don't raise your voice
Please don't say those words
Do you really think my character is ugly?
Do you really think my mind is absurd?
Oh, Mommy, please don't say I'm useless
Please give me a hug
Please don't send me to that stranger
and please don't throw our mugs
Hey, Mom, come
Listen to my teachers
the way they sing my song
listen to them brag about me
on and on and on
I'm so sorry, Mother
Do these A's need be higher?
Do I need to cower harder
Convince the world that you are not a liar?
Tell them I'm a bad girl
that I don't deserve your love?
Convince them I'm a hellchild
Or need it be more than that above?
Will then you take my hand and squeeze my cheeks?
Can we go to the park and visit the creek?
Can you walk me to the bus stop and talk all night long
Can we watch movies and pretend you didn't do anything wrong?
Feb 15, 2016
Feb 15, 2016 at 10:33 PM UTC
How strange it is
To bear witness
To see inside
Someone's mind
But how stranger it becomes
When the mind
Has stagnated
In one single place
For so long
Jan 16, 2016
Jan 16, 2016 at 12:08 PM UTC