the hum of voices in the coffee shop
is actually pretty comforting
even though I don’t know the stories or the how the voices sound when they’re angry,
there’s a conspiracy with the sound and my ears that make me feel at home
Apr 23, 2018
Apr 23, 2018 at 11:31 AM UTC
i don’t ask much,
except, just to know that you made it home safe.
i may not always act like it but,
i do care.
maybe, if i’m honest, not all the time.
every now and then,
especially when you’re in front of me but,
i do care.
i can’t believe that it’s been a few years,
since i’ve felt the inside of your palm.
Apr 10, 2018
Apr 10, 2018 at 1:08 PM UTC
i hope we last like Japanese denim
selvedge threads and salvaged hearts
the wear will only make us more beautiful
and show that lasting forever is not only for old things
we'll only wear patches for sentiment
and watch the seams tear apart
how grand it will to be a couple of old things
oh, it will be grand
with our gray hair telling stories better than our words ever could
Mar 24, 2018
Mar 24, 2018 at 9:26 AM UTC
i felt like i was in an elevator that was on the eighteenth floor,
but then dropped twenty more down, six feet deeper into the ground,
i was like a white rabbit, frozen in the headlights of a speeding car
with no chance of survival unless i took extreme measures to escape,
i tried and tried to make it out alive but in the end i died
like a train with it's passengers aboard.
that's how i woke up, in a sweat like a river,
for this is a dream i once dreamt,
the horses are coming so you better run if you want to survive
and make it out alive.
there's only one way out and that's to follow Alice.
darling, don't you know?
the good times are over and gone but dream on, dear, dream on,
it's a good feeling, i know.
the cats are out of the bag and the birds are loose,
so the feeling doesn't last long but enjoy it while you can
before our hearts and lungs collide.
the way you put one foot in front of the other and in line with mine
reminded me of when i saw you father and mother dancing one time
because if you think it through too many times,
it becomes a blur of reality and too many breaths.
i'm not calling you a thief, just don't steal from me,
cause i know i'm a decent tailor
from the many times that i've had to mend my heart with patches
of future love.
this old stuffed rabbit that i sleep with,
i've killed it with kisses and drowned it with tears
but it still has no reply to my wonderings.
Mar 15, 2018
Mar 15, 2018 at 10:45 AM UTC
sorry,
i don’t always say the right thing.
i don’t always use the correct grammar.
i hope you know i try.
i try because you are worth it.
sorry,
if this comes across stupid.
Mar 10, 2018
Mar 10, 2018 at 4:56 PM UTC
I'm just a taxidermy with a soul
but I've seen foxes on display that look better than me.
Mar 6, 2018
Mar 6, 2018 at 5:34 PM UTC
when you walk, the ocean follows, not as a copycat but out of pure admiration of something so beautiful
the wind wishes it could recreate the way your voice sounds in the stillness of the dark
the trees watch you through the myriad of their leaves and believe that one day, they will looks as elegant as you but they will have to try
the silhouettes of the mountains stretch themselves to be noticed just at the mere thought of you passing by.
and to think, i get to sit by you and know the secrets of your hand against mine.
Mar 6, 2018
Mar 6, 2018 at 5:32 PM UTC
i saw her face in the bricks
just like how i saw God in the streelights
her smile was in the flourish of the stone, chiseled from a mason's hand
her eyes reminded me of what i believe heaven to be like
her hair also, reminiscent of the woodwork along the sharp edges of the stained glass found in cathedrals
their spires like sharp teeth, kissing the cityscape with elegance and vengeance
making sure no one doubted their reach, higher than most and closer to heaven than many will ever get.
she's the closest to heaven i may ever get.
Mar 6, 2018
Mar 6, 2018 at 5:30 PM UTC
the way you twirl your hair with your finger when you're reading your favorite book, brings me on an adventure that I've never been on before.
the way you bite your lip when you watch your favorite sad movie,
darling, your tears never cease to fascinate me.
the way you gaze out the window of my passenger seat, admiring the scenery blurring by, makes it hard to focus on the road in front.
I love how your hot tea puts fog on your glasses when you sit near the window to talk to your mother on the phone.
I love when we talk about things here, now and to come.
My dream is you and to make you happy because you deserve the greatest of the commandments.
Even when you smile,
Mar 5, 2018
Mar 5, 2018 at 2:44 PM UTC
if your heart was a garden, all the flowers are jealous of your beauty.
these botanical masterpieces cannot compete with the way you look to me.
if your heart was a garden, i'd spend all my time there,
cultivating the colors and composing symphonies of the sweetest of melodies,
finding the music in our dissonence,
letting each note hang like the fruit off the apple tree
in our front yard.
if your heart was a garden, i'd bring you so many flowers till you were bursting with life,
the birds and the bees, humming an even tune
in the joyous breeze.
if your heart was a garden, i'd stand in the window and marvel at your beauty in the sunrise.
Your heart is a garden and I love it.
Mar 5, 2018
Mar 5, 2018 at 2:37 PM UTC