your heartbeat drums to the sunrise outside your balcony door.
my chest shakes with excitement,
anticipating the blooming of your flower eyes
as you wake up from 6 hours of sleep.
i cant tell if i forgot you that night, or every night.
in my static bliss, you dont exist.
too perfect to be part of my imperfect thoughts.
overlapping memories and blurry realities,
none able to mouth out your name.
every encounter is a new impression for me,
i just dont know when the record will finally skip.
Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 8:29 PM UTC
does it make you uncomfortable that i want to be in love with you?
im dying to read everything inside you
not highlighting the standouts
or ripping even-numbered pages
im living to know everything about you
youre the only prescription not in an orange bottle
over a sterile counter for me
no, youre white, not lab coat
white lily, lily-eyed, eye-height
hand fumbling hard in hand
sweet tea, sweet you, bitter me
ill take trains to see you
week after week
with coffee grind hair
and empty stomach fever
just for a small smile
and short arm brush
does it make you want to be in love with me that im uncomfortable?
Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 2:14 PM UTC
im burning out on our fire sails
hard-bordered waves and pencil wasted oceans
how funny it would be to be a star
millions apart but still in sight
ill grow and peak and die
caught in your eye
shot and seemingly existing forever
ill tell you its been 43 minutes
and not much has changed
keep your boat at bay in the middle of the lake
i hoped youd build that
literal on-the-water home
just to look me in the eyes
every night
Jul 9, 2014
Jul 9, 2014 at 1:27 PM UTC
why are the planes so low when I am nowhere near the airport?
maybe it's a plot to crash straight into me.
which is exactly what you didn't.
Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 9:52 PM UTC
the strings of light from street lamps
seem so much sharper through eyes desert dry of emotion.
I am void of reason from the faun following me
down a hill of rock and weeds.
can we be as symbiotic as rain clouds and lightning?
lifelessly occupying physical space while swinging beneath two pines;
maybe that's just a June night's spirit of nature,
wet, frozen, and alone.
Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 9:47 PM UTC
I am 6.3 miles from home on an 11:30 night stuck worrying about the same thing of perspective.
The way I feel about you has driven deeper than casket nails in the past 10 hours. I know 3 weeks of my time will be a Friday night to you. Maybe it's more lopsided than my asymmetrical eyes, but these emotions go unrequited because of someone who is not me.
It's nothing of your persona, only your perfect idea. A philosopher doesn't fall for the thinker, only the thought. You're the vessel of my one flawless mental creation that came as a broken jar in an antique clay shop. I could have been born decades earlier and I still wouldn't have made it in time to tear you from something you never had to be attached to.
But now as I clarify my final statement on engineers and metal pieces, does the idea of me linger more heavily in her mind than yours in mine? I need a new appraisal and I've got 3 weeks and 18 miles. I have no expectations but I expect the world from you.
Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 11:13 PM UTC
Paradox:
you are the terrifying beauty in all things,
i am constantly haunted by your everything,
yet i know you cannot be true.
when did a smile so smoked shrouded,
become so entangling in my mind?
say something new,
you benevolent witch,
so i can sleep at night now knowing
you are but aren't existing in something else.
without you i am everything, because you are everything.
with you i am nothing, because you are nothing.
Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 12:48 AM UTC
my greatest fear became my greatest virtue.
why did someone leave
that man alone on the sidewalk of a pet store
along the midnight highway?
the question invokes a universal terror
that is relatively the greatest idea i ever imagined
Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 12:44 AM UTC
goodnight to you and good morning to me
cause i know ill be up all night
with my heavy head
and hardened memory foam pillows
stuck against my bed
if youre the sadist i believe in, ill describe my pain in detail:
the middle parts of my eyebrows were hit with too much information,
my eyelids are burning with salt
(i hope it causes an abrasion on my cornea),
the tips of my nostrils burn and feel wet,
my shoulders slouch and the blades sharpen
(i hope they tear through my back),
the rash on my legs and arms is from scratching during the phone call,
[yea i get itchy when you make me nervous,
im glad you only call me when youre upset]
my stomach is tight from not eating but i still want to throw up,
my existence is weightless and im caught in my paradox again
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 2:39 AM UTC
cigar strokes stinging mid-car ride down the hill of the highway
reminds me all too much
of the slow hum of a dimmed light hanging about a smoke covered sink
"im still humiliated"
she sinks into the kitchen floor
one hand over her ribcage
and the other over god-knows-what means the world to her today
i am waiting for an explication
to the wary few days
sitting over a body can only get you so far
when her mind is millions of miles away
some place happier, i hope
because the noose she tied
is too small for her neck
May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 3:08 AM UTC