I found a
Wide eyed
Smiling
weeping heart
Treading
With rough toes grazing soft sand
But never quite
Grounding
We pull over when we feel the wheels shake and limbs breaking.
We search shelter when the bell clings and clinging
I want your treading heart to echo mine
Like whales
And realize that maybe it was never the shore that they needed
but a soul to swim beside
To share a secret language in the sea
Where the only worry is the trash we have kept in our stomachs.
But what made the snake grow fins?
The bible or the need?
Jul 9, 2014
Jul 9, 2014 at 1:59 PM UTC
The bark:
It found me walking your street at night
Worried to find my way home
Along a crooked patch of tall grass fogging
10 claws behind a white picket fence
Melting slowly through memory
charged with broken tradition
and heated "what ifs"
As if sooner or later it knew that if it held loud enough
The boundaries would topple
and the marvel of a delicious body
Devoured
Could settle the accounts of dispute
As two cups clink together
In a cloud of insecurities
And lapping tongues.
Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 5:37 PM UTC
It's so easy to hold either white or black when I wake to find you sleeping.
It's the feather fear
Like standing bliss at Cliffside
Like a battle heavy purpose.
I don't want to find myself screaming in the dark water, watching your creases ripple in the light.
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 1:25 PM UTC
A pain of horses red
I've only smoked half of it
I carry a candle upwards
Flicker and deposit
The moon, the speech, the judgement
Instead of what I should have said.
like a clasp
Like a secret locket
That i only wear when dreaming.
The syllables never make it seem right to make them sound
I'm afraid the mountains aren't high enough to echo my devotion, because they ground their voices out.
Jun 22, 2014
Jun 22, 2014 at 6:34 PM UTC
A pain of horses red
I've only smoked half of it
I carry a candle upwards
Flicker and deposit
The moon, the speech, the judgement
Instead of what I should have said.
like a clasp
Like a secret locket
That i only wear when dreaming.
The syllables never make it seem right to make them sound
I'm afraid the mountains aren't high enough to echo my devotion, because they ground their voices out.
Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 8:40 PM UTC
She, a song in the doorway we used to know.
I left the right phrases out.
I miss a "goodbye" that hasn't happened yet.
I stare through the glass of two doorways, still on the outside, I'll pass through soon, I just hope the air inside doesn't **** our plants; The ones I watered with the rain from your hillside.
I feel the sky start taking me under again.
I remember, in this corner, what I'll forget tomorrow.
"Okay," I'll sing soon, "I'm ready to go."
Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 2:22 PM UTC
Lightheaded
I always thought I was alone
but it was we.
I left a mess out there
That they masked with perfume and hazel
Where they ran stiff with doubt and I don't go there anymore.
Cracked hands mark the
aching
I ran through you without sense.
You came up on me like a bomb
And shelled I did become
Because my soul meets yours somewhere above us
And wishes to be popped
May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 7:04 PM UTC
Your body is a hillside and I have been collecting rain. It's a perfect time to be sentimental.
Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 2:00 PM UTC
Body
Closes closer every
Single
Touch
I know
Secrets
Deeper
Once I trusted them
They say I'm intuitive
They say that I just pick these things up
****
Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 5:36 PM UTC
Beautiful in that way
Like a flower you forgot to press
the searching in words for some deep secret
The pit
Well it's mine too I know it
And these things keep popping up to pollinate
But I don't have what it takes to say I'll be sentimental
And I don't have a way to say anything without that true from the source
It's sad in that beautiful way
Take flowers and give them
Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 5:34 PM UTC