1. I’m starting to watch the water turn black.
I’m noticing myself look through people during conversations
And I guess this sparkling city filled with possibility is getting more blurred
Like these lines
2. I touch you and I see myself aging; which is something I never thought I’d do.
3. I told her that just because we move in together and buy a couple of cats, it isn’t going to make us want to die any less; but at least we would have someone to say goodnight to.
4. When I think about love, I think about:
When I’m anxious
I feel like you find my breathing patterns
And sometimes I feel like you do that on purpose
5. I don’t do well with:
locked doors
dead space
hair in my face
light leaking from my feet
6. I saw you and I knew that love is a rain in which I’ll have no umbrella but choose to get soaked anyway, under these street lights, kissing you.
Feb 8, 2018
Feb 8, 2018 at 10:57 AM UTC
I have yet to grow into myself
I wear my skin like it's two sizes too big
So when you tell me you're in love with me
I wonder who that is
Dec 2, 2017
Dec 2, 2017 at 4:54 PM UTC
The thought of you is kind of like bubblegum that has lost its flavor; hard to chew.
Dec 2, 2017
Dec 2, 2017 at 4:53 PM UTC
It's about eating the last piece of gum and not offering it to anyone else.
Dec 2, 2017
Dec 2, 2017 at 4:51 PM UTC
I am begging to be saved but the moment I say that I love you, I cough up a detailed list of instructions on how you should leave and never look back.
Dec 2, 2017
Dec 2, 2017 at 4:50 PM UTC
I have been in a fist fight with sanity; which has proven to be the most sane act.
Dec 1, 2017
Dec 1, 2017 at 9:38 PM UTC
Last night I kissed another woman and tried to not think of your lips.
We ****** desperate.
Falling in and out of each other in an attempt to rid the stain of them.
To burn sage in a home is a ritual of sorts.
Which is to say, the burning may have stopped awhile ago but my body still has roots.
I ran my fingers across her jaw like it meant something to me.
For a moment, I think we both believed that this meant something to us.
The way two souls can be together in this way makes love look like a hitchhiker.
Dec 1, 2017
Dec 1, 2017 at 9:37 PM UTC
1) Don't
2) A strange presence near the woods. Soft lips. A decline in finger tips. You were the child that jumped off of the swing and I guess that's why you occupy your time with things that will only last a moment; the romantic way death bites your lip.
3) When the addict consumes you, remind yourself that you're just another addiction. Once you have exposed yourself, completely, remember that this will not cure their affliction.
4) Refer to step one
Dec 1, 2017
Dec 1, 2017 at 9:33 PM UTC
the water washes over me now
floods the Great Plains of my mind
the dripping faucet that is my heart
can no longer bear the weight
heavy still
I feel like my brain is a dusty attic
hippocampus filled with boxes
unopened
speak softly or forever hold your peace
come at me
broom in hand
sweep me off my feet
dusty books filled with blank words
tell stories of girls just like me
unable to speak
they’ve always been told, speak only when spoken to
be wary of storms in people for they have no boundaries
and sometimes dusty attics get picked up in the tornado
twisting about their lives
Loose in their hands
They follow
Jagged razor blades
Raining down feathers on a horizon
Blessed by currents
Dressed in black
Enveloped by an ocean
Strangled by casualties
Leaping onto a path of nothingness
Shadows, slitting their wrists and screaming
And all i hear are broken plates
All i see is the color red
All i feel is the intense movement of my body
Raining forward into a tunnel
Tell me why i always close my eyes and wish for something?
When i know that at the end of the tunnel there will only be light
Freeing my hands from broken glass
Broken plates
Swept up and thrown away
I am soft petals being torn by anxious hands
An energy disguised in limerick
A moon flushed by hungry eyes
An emotional ******
a collector of sorts
experiences kept on the top shelf
lovers on the one below
moving with the wind
never against
afraid to lock eyes with someone
because that, in itself, is too much commitment
an outward confession that I too, harbor emotions
the emotional addict
the adrenaline of shooting yourself up with a new feeling
terrifying
knowing that the drug will not suffice
one day
crave much more than the ache one causes you
one day, want to trip on the heartstrings of another
but most frightening is the possibility that people
will cease to be my fix
in hopes of bringing a puppet interest
A glass of thick tar, light
I need to learn that people are not antidepressants
When the bear faced me
Standing in the forest
Looking downward at the sun
I found myself standing in a river bend
Hand laced in hand
Round rivers, whispering wolves
Chants to the gods
Colorful skies
Mountains
Growing
Towards the seas
Ladies dancing in evergreen
Dec 1, 2017
Dec 1, 2017 at 9:30 PM UTC
Pink chiffon
Cotton candy hair
Floral wallpaper
Ashtray filled
of virgina slims
Eyes so dark that her pupils get lost
She gets lost
Sometimes
Forgets to come out of the bathtub
Lost in the tiles
Imagining faces between the cracks
She looks out at the glow of the street lights
A single
Flickers
The dark carnival is coming
She looks down at her ashtray
Thinks about taking it out
The cigarettes turn to caterpillars
she turns to her bookshelf
Watches the books turn to dust
And she wonders what's for dinner
She sits on the davenport, still
The record player begins to play
She twitches
Gets up to look in the mirror
Her face
She notices the wrinkles forming
At the corners of her eyes
Around her lips
She touches them
Remembers the ad for a special lotion in the paper
She stands in the mirror & touches it
Her hand slips through the mirror
Grasps her reflection
Her face begins to fall further
Begins to melt off
She glances quickly at her reflection
Now she stand in a room full of mirrors
Mirrors of all kinds
Melting all around her
-The dark carnival is here
Dec 1, 2017
Dec 1, 2017 at 9:26 PM UTC