a full moon doth shine
through my window
sweet sublime
I am cleansed, repaired, inspired
for myself I care, love and admire
I rub oils into my skin and apologize
for my reticence, my fear
and by the light of la lune
I let the whole world in again.
Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 1:28 PM UTC
consume! consume! consume!
start consuming, feel the ever-present looming!
who cares about nature’s pure essence
when you have to worry for material obsolescence
consume!
the rat race is for you!
...
you know that feeling you got that one time?
when the breeze whispered gently and you tingled inside
you dipped your bare toes in the lake
and smiled for no reason in the sunshine?
do you remember the smell of fresh jasmine,
the way the music floated through open windows in the afternoon
that moment in the song when you could feel every heartbeat in the room?
those feelings don’t matter to us.
what matters is that you consume.
Mar 14, 2015
Mar 14, 2015 at 9:13 PM UTC
sweet summer solstice
I'll never wish you to hold less
breeze blew away my to do list
upon my spine the sun kissed
a distant song of you.
barefoot in the garden
times can and will get hard and
the only place my heart is
this rented space with you.
a smirk and a secret
in the moonlight we are fearless
all this time was merely
a lead-up to knowing you.
Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 1:28 AM UTC
Sometimes I forget why.
I forget why I’m here, as if there was a reason at some point.
I forget where I’m going, where I’m from, why thats even important.
And I find myself full up
with this feeling
this lingering, ever looming feeling
that makes me want to burst from the seams of my skin.
And inside that feeling is total emptiness. The darkest of darks
I feel it when I sit in a puddle of myself surrounded by walls
When I am alone with others. Always, always.
I don’t know if it is the world wanting in or me wanting out
I don’t know if they can see it or feel it in my presence
Or if they have it too.
Desperately, I wish it was anomalous.
The feeling goes away temporarily, with distractions
Art, music, a taste of affection
and then I feel the shadow
and there it is again.
Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 10:21 PM UTC
Intimacy begins with the most innocent of gestures
A curious smile
The lips speak a sweet word, yet not explicit; the intimacy prevails.
It hides behind soft kisses
a gentle touch
sometimes in your sublime presence alone the intimacy is far too much.
Intimacy is not behind closed doors
It does not always reside between sheets
It shows itself in a knowing look
In forests, shorelines, streets.
Intimacy sends you shivers through a written word or song
But between you and I it hasn't shown itself in far too long.
Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 11:49 PM UTC
This is you, you is I
In a way we never saw before
He is she, and so are we
Her thought on the basement floor
They're you and she too
You've never seen his go
I'm coming back to save you boy,
Tis the only 'he' she knows.
You're leading us to them
The strangest place they've ever known
His she is theirs as well...
Maybe I'll understand when we're full grown.
Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 11:31 PM UTC
I'm just a bag of bones sewn with ruby thread
A perpetual emotion machine
An ever-changing labyrinth
A love and attention fiend.
In your hands I'm a canvas doll
Diamonds dripping down my cheeks
A threat whispered, a promise hissed
A heart refusing to beat
You may see me but you'll never know
A bag of bones against the garden wall
It's the broken hand, my darling
we learn to lean on after all.
Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 11:18 PM UTC
Believe me, I know
Of those dark places you go
In your psychological house
Shadowy corners
Narrow, crooked stairwells
Rooms with padlock doors
Chilly drafts, creaky floors
Hiding in your mind
Sitting bare and cold
But if you believe life is worth living
You can make it so
Paint your door, mend the floor
Change that house to a home
Nov 18, 2013
Nov 18, 2013 at 8:28 PM UTC
The obnoxious wind whispers,
“There is no civility in liberation.”
Oppression is not of human nature,
But of human creation
The ache for passion, the lust for change
A lush forest, serene after the rain.
But the man in the sky needs your money
And the wars are lacking funds
Smothered by fresh air, life is at your throat.
Hominid ruthlessness
Debt and despair
Depletion
Extinction
The free conform
Wild mocks civilization
Brisk air, the branches dance
Vines climb walls like silent snakes
A cold hiss,
“Everything you know is wrong.”
Nov 12, 2013
Nov 12, 2013 at 11:34 PM UTC
You only tell me you love me when you're drunk
After 2am my room lights up
A rectangle of vibrating sky
Your voice is slurred and much too loud
But I listen anyways.
You never told me you loved me
When I shared that I cursed my skin with blades
Or when he ran away and never came back.
You told me you loved me when you were high and didn't know who you were talking to
I told you I loved you every time anyways.
Oct 16, 2013
Oct 16, 2013 at 11:42 PM UTC