It hurts when i breathe
It burns when i see
All of me-
Ashes scattered to the sea
No matter the pattern
You wear on your sleeve
I fall down dead
And wake relieved
Ashes, ashes
It's all ********* ashes
this house we've built,
The bodies we put inside,
Nothing stays alive
This feeling of godly emptiness
Will pass
The feeling of my hand on your back
Wont last
The past is here
Along with the next
Phrase i speak
Between nicotine therapy
The future is here
With the king and queen
To let loose a vermouth mixed
Drink of the unseen
The obscene lingers meaninglessly
With the scene
With the invisible host,
The holy ghost
The most i could ask
Is to feel the ground beneath my feet
Once more
To unlock familiar doors
In familiar places
And to greet familiar faces
I dont know you yet
But i knew you before
I dont know you yet
But i love you all the more,
For our cause and effect
Is defecting to the raw rocks
And wrecks
On the distant shore
Tell me once more,
Did i meet you just now
Or do i remember you from before?
Oct 1, 2015
Oct 1, 2015 at 7:24 PM UTC
Oh, my heart
how did you find me in the dark?
Was it the stark white
shine of my bones
through my chest?
I wasn't really trying to do a
"Someone stole my heart" cliche-
It just fit in that way,
and I'm not sure if I'm saying
what I need to say or just
rhyming needless words and verbs
like needles swimming threadless
in something they never meant to sew
So, here we are.
I've done my best to stay hidden,
I've ridden inky tides
on moonless nights
Lost fights with myself
and won a few
And for a while I smiled
When I thought of me
and didn't think of you
And it was fine,
so fine
To live like someone
who hasn't had their head
cracked open by primordial
forces and the odds
of gods and goddesses
To be honest,
I never thought I'd promise this
But to you, my nameless, shapeless
faceless, fateless companion. . .
I'll walk with you forever,
even if we never get back home
and I won't accept a stand-in
Oct 1, 2015
Oct 1, 2015 at 7:15 PM UTC
Though we stand on the shoulders of giants
We still reach
For there is always new fruit
And never an end to this tree
This is why we love and fight
This is why we birth and ****
We will become the giants we will
Or die at their feet as feed
Sep 25, 2015
Sep 25, 2015 at 1:49 PM UTC
As the fires approached the coast
I threw every picture I had of you
on the trail behind me
I knew if I did
The flames would never find me
They would get lost,
as I did in that unavoidable
void-
The mystery
behind your eye
Thinking that if only
they could burn brighter,
more passionately,
they might illuminate
whatever it is that lies
dormant in that
abyssal
black
They will burn for you. . .
and I will be safe,
Until they realize
that the mystery
was actually
crippling
depression,
and you are
nothing like the pictures
The ocean is at my back. . .
The flames have found me
Sep 23, 2015
Sep 23, 2015 at 12:27 PM UTC
Fingertip memories carve through me.
Neck nape scratch; Shimmering sheet of liquid glass, imitation.
As if the perfection of its surface were too unbearable to stand;
You were forced to embed your signature.
While my marrow froze,
I let you.
You became fossilized fragments of what has been, but never will be.
The past has been put into a capsule we will not open, in order to preserve the sparse instants of sacredness we fear will never again reveal themselves.
The imprint still aches as I attempt to regenerate.
Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 9:52 PM UTC
My nightsong, what used to be your home
in my head
Is now filled with ghosts and webs
I sing to the midnight highway traffic
And the stars hang low to hear
If there is a constellation for me,
Come down now
and share this cigarette
Come down and tell your story
I've paced these halls
Between worlds
I've spent my last dollar
On cab fare to see you
When the sun is rising
and no promises are made
So come now,
And tell me why i've felt so old
Since that equinox when I
Looked into my head and
Found the gods
When I ran to you racing the dawn
Only to find an empty apartment
And I tried to summon you from
The ether,
but couldn't
So instead I wandered the town,
Bought cigarettes and flowers,
Finished that book I was reading,
And made a few phone calls
That's all I've been up to since then,
Doing the chores, passing the time
Telling everyone that you'll
be back soon
But you still haven't come home,
And I've been waiting
like a widow
Aug 16, 2015
Aug 16, 2015 at 1:10 PM UTC
You were good at
flying
away
I lay flat
against
the
earth
The day the sun scorched
your
wings
y
o
u
f
e
l
l
and I was there
to meet you
We can rest now,
love.
We can rest
forever.
Aug 16, 2015
Aug 16, 2015 at 12:28 PM UTC
Toe to tip
This empty vessel
drip drip into the infinite
Blue sky day dream
Simple powers unslip
Dot eyes cross hearts
and hope to live
With the oh no
Magical wonder we grow
With a tip toe past the sphinx
he asked a riddle that none could adore
lost his nose and he hoped for more
Rip the great veil
Shimmering lights behind
No wonder we lose our minds
Caught in the act of a story unfolding
With the oh no
Magical wonder we grow
And have you found it?
The secret that hides in cedar
The ones you want to meet
Behind the great veil
Emotion wrapped up in time
No wonder we lose our minds
To the oh no
Magical wonder we grow
Sep 16, 2013
Sep 16, 2013 at 12:52 PM UTC
Whispering moonlight
silence black night
A scream folded origami tight
So close
my moonlight
Repose
your dark fight
I'm cold
with feet still running
Soap my scratches
white flame my matches
my soul folded origami tight
so close my moonlight
repose your dark fight
I'm cold
with feet still running
so slow my branches
decay my dampness
blue skies they glow electric white
Aug 31, 2013
Aug 31, 2013 at 6:18 PM UTC
We haven't come too far
from those drunken nights
on the floor, eating gummy bears
infused with *****
or from stickering everything in the kitchen
so we know what names to call the appliances
Not too far
from those times spent
lounging around the bedroom
a dozen of us, head to foot
and everyone toeing
the border between
honesty and vulgarity
Some hung like a tapestry on the wall
and some sat watching ****
in the corner
while the rest passed a bottle around
and smoked with the window
constantly open
We haven't come too far
from the late night
liquor runs
or from smuggling bottles
out under our shirts
after-hours
Or from smuggling flasks
in on free pool night
when we were too broke
for ***** or fun
We haven't come too far
from spilling drinks
by the jukebox
Or going out back for a smoke
Not too far from
cleaning up the house
after a party
and throwing another one
to celebrate
Jul 23, 2013
Jul 23, 2013 at 7:08 PM UTC