I just want
to wear flowers
in my hair
and raindrops
in my eyes
and feel the heat
of your lips
blow fire
through my veins
Sep 17, 2020
Sep 17, 2020 at 3:53 PM UTC
i have always been a wanderer -
i roam the earth, bare feet against the dirt,
finding temporary resting spaces for my heart.
i have traversed the plains, scaled mountains,
felt the tear of sinew and faith when i fell.
i have scars - raw and aching - that
leave me breathless in the daylight.
but along the journey, i found you
with wounds that mirrored mine;
a familiar fear in your eyes
but brazen hope in your heart.
and with arms outstretched,
you cradled my weary bones
drew promises around my scars
kissed the corners of my eyes
and whispered in my ear
"breathe, love, and hang your heart here -
you're home"
Aug 24, 2020
Aug 24, 2020 at 12:16 PM UTC
Words collided,
My skull spinning with
the repercussions of
words said,
love lost,
bones broken,
and right at the point
where my knees hit the floor
all i could see were
fireflies, dancing in the ashes
rising up to join
the stars.
May 25, 2016
May 25, 2016 at 10:01 PM UTC
You struck a match
Against my ribs,
Saw the flames
Lick the blue
Of my eyes.
Now all that's left to do
Is watch me burn.
Mar 3, 2016
Mar 3, 2016 at 7:14 PM UTC
You are the answer
To every question
I've ever had
And all of the ones
I never even thought
To ask.
Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 3:27 AM UTC
I don't believe in god
But I do believe in the
Warmth of your breath on my shoulder,
The emerald shine of your eyes
In our shadow
And the way you seal my fate
In figure eights on my neck.
I don't believe in god
But I believe in heaven
Here, with you
In the silence of a love understood
That needs no words
And needs no god,
Just the trace of your fingertip
On my lips.
Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 3:25 AM UTC
There's not much left,
Pieces left strewn
And abandonded
In all of the places
I've ever died
There's not much left,
But you can have this heart
If you would like.
It isn't much,
But it sings in the thunder
And it is all I have left
To give.
-cjm-
Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 3:22 AM UTC
it happened in a matter of seconds,
metal folding in on itself, the crunch of
glass shards raining down like crystals,
the sudden impact and the distinct
silence of bone snapping, blood pooling.
i opened my eyes and took a second,
took it all in, felt the dull ache
in my ribs and the ringing in my skull.
and as i fell out onto the concrete,
oil seeping through my jeans,
i looked up to watch the clouds pass by -
to watch the birds dance - and i wondered
how long it would take me
to forgive myself
for surviving.
Feb 7, 2015
Feb 7, 2015 at 12:40 AM UTC
The woman in the chair is not my mother.
Her eyes the same shade of blue, but sunken too far in;
Her skin too big for her bones and hangs like a sheet
draped across her shoulders.
Her hair is sparse and scattered across her skull as though one puff of the wind might blow it all away,
her smile - weak, her lips dry and cracked
stretched thin across her teeth.
The sound of her voice is familiar but soft, a whisper
echoing from somewhere deep in her hollow lungs
as she calls my name.
This woman is not my mother.
Tubes snake out from beneath her oversized flannel shirt;
I count six from where I stand stagnant in the doorway.
Pumping toxins from her body,
Draining life from her core
Stealing the woman I used to know, used to cling to.
She sits somber now, engulfed by the chair and the room and the noise
and the tears that flow silent from my eyes
As I sink to my knees against the doorframe
and curse a god that I don’t believe in,
in a life I no longer want.
Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 6:23 AM UTC
I've been here before.
My heart finds a home
In the cold of your shoulder,
The sting of your silence,
The bite of your blame
As I hold my knees
To the edge of the bed.
I've been here before;
I've counted the bricks
One by one
As you pile them between,
Locking me out, leaving me
Alone, armed with nothing but
a dull knife
And shattered ribs.
I've been here before;
I know the words you keep
Coiled between the plates
Of your skull.
Harsh words, left to marinate,
Thicken, grow.
I've been here before
In this place that I know so well,
This place I fell back into
head first
again
Cinder blocks tied to my ankles
And I'm drowning
In your eyes
And your pain
And this vicious cycle
Some *******
Called love.
Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 9:59 AM UTC