When I look down
I see white
A small child
Content, unaware, brimming
Nursing on false dreams
Waiting for the curtain to lift
On their favorite scene
When I look down
I see red
A victim of circumstance
Of poor timing
Of missing opportunities
Of so much that could have been
And never was
...I have to see white
Jun 17, 2013
Jun 17, 2013 at 11:09 AM UTC
I’m lonely together
You see
Fingers intertwined
Lips locked, breath hot
Bed drinking us down
Like a tall glass of water
So much time
To give
But I feel
Fingers loose
Lips in knots, unsorted thoughts
Bed swallowing me up
Like a raging wave of white
So little time
To forgive
Jun 12, 2013
Jun 12, 2013 at 4:23 AM UTC
I’m not made of steel
I’m string
Hanging off an old sweater
You pull-
I snap, I bend
I
Break
Apr 15, 2013
Apr 15, 2013 at 12:03 AM UTC
In my room
There’s a fire
And a heavy, sweet aroma of smoke
That’s fogging my senses; cleansing my senses
Blinding me and healing me
The fire touches skin; swallows skin
And yet I’m ice and stone
So the fire is just a kiss
That will linger hereafter
Apr 10, 2013
Apr 10, 2013 at 4:43 AM UTC
He wants to get away for a little while
Connect with that blank spot in his mind
And let his thoughts frost over
He’ll take the long road there
And offer the short good bye here
And when he leaves he’ll be a whisper
Mar 22, 2013
Mar 22, 2013 at 10:24 PM UTC
In my mind there is a sight
Where secret etchings stain the walls
Where ****** truths have come to light
Where ideas will grow, and also fall
And underneath there lies a space
Cold and hollow like a shell
And through that tunnel is a place
Where all thoughts and things go to dwell
Feb 19, 2013
Feb 19, 2013 at 9:47 PM UTC
Nothing is permanent
Our love can be a vestige
Of something that once was
A forgotten shadow in the hallway
A grain of salt
And insect
I can erase us
I can erase you
You aren’t rooted at my bedside
And an “I love you”
Doesn’t work as a placement holding card..
Feb 19, 2013
Feb 19, 2013 at 9:44 PM UTC
Somewhere on the outskirts of my mind
is a train station that leads anywhere...
...anywhere away from here
...here... where all those jumbled screws and knots exist
but sometimes the train isn't enough
and I wonder why I can't just fly away
from all the noise?
Feb 12, 2013
Feb 12, 2013 at 5:21 AM UTC
Lover dearest, here I lay
On the bed where you once slept
I can hear your soft, soft breathing
When I pretend the pillow is your chest
And when the sheets don't feel as soft
As your breath against my hair
I move down on to the floor
and let my thoughts turn into air
Feb 12, 2013
Feb 12, 2013 at 4:47 AM UTC