My dreams just turned to chalk
I sacrificed life and limb for bone and lust
You can feel the guilt in my touch
Able to see the skeleton frame
This flesh once had breath
I bury myself in yesterday's
May 28, 2017
May 28, 2017 at 5:55 AM UTC
Sweet surrender
Unbutton my shirt
Wash my breast with your sweat
Fiddle my ******* with your spit
Use your fingertips as hang gliders
Meet me under your sun
That way I know you are coming
May 28, 2016
May 28, 2016 at 3:21 AM UTC
We didn't have a chance to be anything other than each other
Separated at womb
never allowing myself to allow myself to think about you
Sometimes caterpillars are just caterpillars and not butterflies
It just wasn't your time
May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 6:05 AM UTC
I don't understand the math in this
Just trying to maintain the humanity in this
I pray on my hands and feet in remembrance
Oh ye of little faith
I have been treading so lightly
Picking up my fever
Basking in the moments that I know are direct challenges from the sky
Too young for big and too old for small
May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 6:04 AM UTC
I recommend culture on evenings such as these
I said I wouldn't write about this today
But I found excitement in discovering bridges that gap
There isn't enough water on earth to cover what I've done
But there is enough hope in my belly to feed a man goodwill
May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 6:01 AM UTC
Sitting under the moon
Talking to myself
Thinking about you
Suffering from separation
Elated at the idea
Scared of the potential
Making myself believe
Struggling with change
Chasing truth
I believe in our tomorrow
Dec 19, 2015
Dec 19, 2015 at 1:25 AM UTC
Just so you know
I believed in the moment
I trusted the idea
I lent my heart a piece of mind
I used my feet as maps
I baptized your words in my soul
I told my eyes you were God
I dreamed of watching you grow into a grandfather clock
I thought maybe I could show you what it's like to give morals life
To unchain yourself from structures of unholiness
How to straighten your spine after the world tries to bend your character
Perhaps there will come a time between now and the afterlife when we will meet
somewhere between God and Heaven
But in the meantime make sure she doesn't let the rain fall on your sandcastle
And remember the creator built an umbrella in my left arm and a pillow in my right palm
Sincerely,
Formerly yours
Nov 19, 2015
Nov 19, 2015 at 7:16 AM UTC
In the softest voice I can muster and the biggest garden I can digest
Last midnight my breath crawled back into my chest and I was without a doubt paralyzed by my own humility
These gestures stood as lessons of both yeast and bread
As if the smell of God can only be found on the skin of sinners
And under the fingernails of saints
Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 9:06 AM UTC
There was a deafening silence
Ringing in her ears
She tried to scream out
No one was close enough to hear
She wanted to break down
Drown herself in her tears
Losing sight of all that's right
Forcefully banishing her fears
But it was too late
It had been too many years
Taking a slow deep breath
Letting all the fog clear
She sensed death in the distance
Her time was almost near
Leaving nothing behind
She shudders then simply disappears
Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 9:01 AM UTC
The next time you touch my thigh
Remind yourself that it's only a taste
The breast, ankle and lamp shade eyelids
are breakfast if you want them to be
I could kiss the romance of other women out of your mouth if you want me to
Milk bones, quail fingers and brown coating
are lunch if you want them to be
I could replace your spine with a magnolia tree but only if you want me to
Roasted brown eyes, ocean deep belly button and wheat *******
Afternoon anatomy
The taste often ruins the feast
Nov 16, 2015
Nov 16, 2015 at 9:13 AM UTC