words moved me, and
God
i wanted my fingers to blister and my
bones to ache
but my mind withers and my heart breaks
i swallowed ink and still i couldn’t
make the words flow like they used to as if
almost as if
they refuse to
Mar 23, 2024
Mar 23, 2024 at 11:45 PM UTC
Getting out of bed is a feat some days
I just want to sleep some days
To get away. From the noise of the world
The guilt
The expectations
The intrusive memories of pain & blame that whisper loudly through my shame
The painstaking loudness is consuming and immense
It drains me of my lifeforce, my freeness, my subsistence
But I tread through the dark whirling water
I swim opposite the fierce tidal current, trying not to falter
If I let myself sink it will be too difficult to clear the heavy sandpapery water from my lungs
I see the light in brief gasps of red as I tread the voices in my head
Dysfunctional. Defective. Dead. like a battery
But I’m still Living. Operating. Performing.
Performing for most, a glimmer of a smile and a happy anecdote
But not all, not all of the Someones
I found the ones who breathe air into my tired lungs
The ones who offer me refuge on their lifeboats of truth
So that I may rest my weary body when I am too tired and it's too foggy
I heal, I recharge, I feel steady on their barge
Only then do I return to the waters
On my own
Maintaining
Building up
Becoming more resilient with each wave
Mar 23, 2024
Mar 23, 2024 at 11:43 PM UTC
The wind kisses my sun-red cheeks
Tiny sand pebbles tickle my feet
Droplets of sweat develop in sheets
Close my eyes and soak up the heat
The laughter of children fills my ears
The roar of waves washing away my fears
I take a breath, a smile tugs on my lips
Not future, no past, there is only this
Apr 16, 2021
Apr 16, 2021 at 12:00 AM UTC
I ran over your tongue
like silk
or is it
fine wine
You sloshed me in your mouth
tasting the way
I ripened with age
I danced with your taste buds
I thought I did well
but then
you spit me out
and decided you preferred
the 2010
Apr 15, 2021
Apr 15, 2021 at 11:54 PM UTC
"Why can't we ever see eye to eye?"
Of course not, everyone's a different height
Apr 15, 2021
Apr 15, 2021 at 11:53 PM UTC
People say “get over it”
But aching hearts are screaming to be free.
People say “get over it”
But they are deaf to all the pleas.
People say “get over it”
But they don’t want those sad souls to succeed.
People say “get over it”
Because they want us to shut up and agree.
Apr 15, 2021
Apr 15, 2021 at 11:45 PM UTC
The poet in me is bursting to be free
To take the pen of countless men and write
“Oh to break through this mess of angry love
to put right what has died in me.
The strong surviving part that cries tears
Has many fears of living”
Breakout prisoner of mine and don’t analyze yourself
Be young in passion and take care
In fashion of the reckless
Be reckless, loveless lover
MOORE
Apr 15, 2021
Apr 15, 2021 at 11:13 PM UTC
Be gentle with us.
please.
or not
it's your call
but keep in mind that we as poets
we feel too strong
which is not to say that that is wrong
we don't ease into love, we quickly fall
we love like we're dying
we live like we're small
but in our minds.
in our minds we are flying
we feel everything at once
you wouldn't think it by looking
looking at our normal fronts
a disguise, a charade
but prey don't believe a masquerade
a poet can be but anyone
existing silently
a poet can be but everyone
existing violently
we all make up stories
we're all acting to a degree
so things aren't so different
no not so different you and me
we notice the quirks
we notice the nothings
if you meet a poet then you should believe
you should know that we
we love what we see
and appreciate all forms of beauty
for to us imperfect is lovely
perfect doesn't exist
we have those markings on our wrist
of all the awful places we've been to we kissed
we've kissed the devil when we went
to hell and back again
so now that you have been informed
that a poets heart is easily scorned
knowing we feel deeply
knowing we feel more
more than we really should I've warned
we don't just love a person when we fall
we love their whole world
we love it all
and when we're hurt it is hard to trust
and thus
please.
Be gentle with us.
Nov 25, 2020
Nov 25, 2020 at 3:19 PM UTC
A vision of aqua skies and dancing clouds.
The summer sun warming your cheeks.
The wind whistling through your hair.
Running. running. running.
Above all you feel…
Invincible. Unstoppable.
You can’t be caught.
Tag, you’re it.
It’s a letdown.
It’s a disaster.
It’s failure.
When you were a child, it was so easy to accept.
You could feel defeat and be fazed for only a moment.
Now everything is so permanent.
The stakes are higher.
Which is why it makes everything more complicated.
Heartbreak could keep knocking over and over.
Quit the game or play again?
It’s a letdown.
It’s a disaster.
It’s failure.
But more than anything…
It’s your destiny.
Play again.
Jan 13, 2020
Jan 13, 2020 at 2:36 PM UTC
It hits you like a wave in the ocean
All at once
A burning fire
Driving your passion
Your passion driving it
It comes in many forms
Inspiration
Pressure
Purpose
If we could just hold onto that moment
One second
One minute
One hour
…longer
We could accomplish all things
Be anything
Change everything
Nov 18, 2019
Nov 18, 2019 at 3:03 PM UTC