midnight pulses
ring in my head
screaming, scratching
my world spins slower
i walk a tightrope
a dim corridor
a maze in my head
running, panting
there is no escape
from the voices
in my head
Jun 20, 2016
Jun 20, 2016 at 12:47 PM UTC
dancing ever so gracefully
humming a melody
only known by one
the soliloquy of a soul
two figures dancing separately
grace, poise, difference
the slow changes
intricate, incremental
they reach out
two figures dancing together
stumbling, falling, laughing
a tango to the wrong tune
without a care in world
May 12, 2016
May 12, 2016 at 11:35 PM UTC
i stuttered
i gulped
wait. pause.
i took
deep breaths
the words
started to
spill out
wait. stop.
i held
my tongue
wait. breathe.
i smiled
no words
i said
everything
May 12, 2016
May 12, 2016 at 11:28 PM UTC
and so all i have
is a view of you
and all of your beauty
albeit from the sidelines
oh how i wish
i could reach out
to center stage
and ask for a dance
but you don't even know i exist
Nov 8, 2015
Nov 8, 2015 at 11:12 AM UTC
And so I try
(I fail)
to tell you everything
(I feel)
But I always stumble
(My words)
and I always hesitate
(I'm terrified)
What would you say
(Silence, perhaps?)
if somehow you knew
(A rumor?)
that I'm in love
(with you.)
Oct 29, 2015
Oct 29, 2015 at 2:27 AM UTC
*i've only ever
been high
on two drugs
marijuana
and you*
Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 10:33 PM UTC
You kiss my forehead
with a whisper “Good morning”
and as soon as I open my eyes
I smile
Seeing the sun’s rays filtering through
your auburn hair, illuminating
your hazel eyes
reminds me all that is good
about living
And I scream
Because I am awoken the next day
not by your sweet voice
or your lips on my forehead
And I’m still screaming
but all I hear is the cold sound
of a flat line
from your heart monitor
And I can’t remember
anything good
about being alive
Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 12:22 PM UTC
I’m sitting in a rocking chair glass in hand
drunk on alcohol and drunk on thoughts
and all I can think about is the way
I placed flowers on your collarbones
that morning by the creek –
a lifetime ago
You offered him the daisies I plucked for you
from the far side of the mountain
in a heartbeat giving away
the flowers we had spent lifetimes
planting
And all I can muster to say
with my drunken thoughts
through a telephone call on a drunken whim –
“You forgot your flowers.”
Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 12:20 PM UTC
if only you knew
what i see when
i see your smile
if only you knew
what i felt
that one rainy day
if only you knew
how i feel
and what you mean to me
if only you knew
i went through the motions
of falling in love
if only i could tell you
if only i weren't afraid
if only
if only
i wrote this for you
Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 12:18 PM UTC
More often than sometimes
there are days when I wake up
on the wrong side of the bed
and leave a piece of myself on my pillow
or perhaps in my dreams
I drag on for the rest of the day
as three-fourths a person
and one-fourth empty
up until the day is done and it’s time to sleep
then I find that piece of me
Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 12:16 PM UTC