"Don't drink your calories—
unless you want to get drunk."
Her eyes trembled with tears
Weakness stretches out,
not searching strength—
for another soul to be
weak with
A heavy languor spilled into the room
all she can think about
is the patterned ceiling,
which was a book for her to read
while entwined in damp blue sheets
Jan 17, 2019
Jan 17, 2019 at 10:35 AM UTC
sometimes the Blues
are just passing birds-
presently they're perched
over me
Aug 23, 2017
Aug 23, 2017 at 10:11 AM UTC
pink scars
peppered her lithe limbs
flower petals incised
on peach skin
moss coursed
withered yellow-brick channels
sloping loosely down
the crooked river mouth
clouds bulged
glazed heavily over the sun
like a flashlight
engulfed in sheets
lightning sliced
the pane of sky splintered
air ignited instantly
and danced around us
Jul 28, 2016
Jul 28, 2016 at 3:34 PM UTC
Waves painted the hull teal
the Sun colored in my skin,
while wind brushed strokes against my cheek
Water, tinged with foam and salt,
splashed my face
I woke up;
there were tears on the pillow
Jul 17, 2016
Jul 17, 2016 at 6:49 PM UTC
drenched in blue moonlight
I admired her through
the sheet of smoke
in the gap between us
Carefully I
swayed and our arms
greeted with a gentle graze
"I tend to see the glass as half empty–
sometimes completely."
Sudden words drew me
like water from a well
A cigarette pinched by
the uneven crescents of her lips
pulsated, her sallow face
awash in a delicious red glow
"Either way, it's a beautiful glass,
isn't it?"
time nonexistent
She fumbled another
to a faintly open mouth
I lit it in silence
Jun 30, 2016
Jun 30, 2016 at 11:23 PM UTC
Sipping the air slowly
to savor the flavor;
rich with fertility
Leaves bursting into fiery hues
reminiscent of fireworks
trembling in the wind
A death knell
over green sceneries;
splotches of sunlight
seeping seamlessly between
newly naked branches,
easing fully unto checkered golden pools–
nature at its most beautiful,
before its most barren
Jun 7, 2016
Jun 7, 2016 at 1:46 PM UTC
A glimpse into the mirror
reveals fresh creases crossing
over the corners of my mouth—
lines written in immutable ink;
I try not to linger
crumbling upon a bed
scarcely bearing its title,
strewn with lonely sheets;
I bundle them against my chest
using rougher hands than I had left
May 15, 2016
May 15, 2016 at 1:34 PM UTC
She was the one pool
where I would happily drown,
you're perfect,
don't change a thing,
but two
simple sentences
resonate within me
"Are you satisfied?"
"No, you haven't kissed me."
May 13, 2016
May 13, 2016 at 8:59 AM UTC
Leaves scratched
on their arduous journey
to the forest floor
May 11, 2016
May 11, 2016 at 10:48 PM UTC