Create for me a castle
Of cold sunshine
And arid ocean
Create for me an impossibility
So I might live within you
Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 7:42 AM UTC
*Maybe after judgement day
We can be together at last.*
Oct 20, 2015
Oct 20, 2015 at 6:08 AM UTC
*I saw her once
only once
her vivid cheek
and bright white smile
yet twice I dared
a mistake I made
to stare far longer
to wonder, linger
she looks different now
far older, far sadder
I look away*
Jul 21, 2015
Jul 21, 2015 at 11:57 AM UTC
when our minds are ocean waves
there is only crashing
and fading
and recovery
Jul 21, 2015
Jul 21, 2015 at 11:47 AM UTC
I know how to read
thinking, interpreting,
it's all fresh in my head,
yet writing is different.
I have a penchant for using used words.
The phased out phrases,
the reworked rhymes ,
the secondhand sentences that fly over pages upon pages of my poetry,
that's the writer I am.
Someone made of words written so many times before,
captivating carelessly.
Literature made from the same recipe yet turning out different each time,
new art made from recycled paint.
They say imitation is the highest form of flattery,
yet I wonder if i'm simply the lowest form of fraudery
as an imperfect wordsmith writing over printed pads
and old book pages.
Touching on topics tactlessly,
Living through artists vicariously,
weaving with words i could never properly pronounce.
But in thought
looking back
I can only write what I know,
and if I know not the world beyond novels,
beyond poets and artists,
at least I know how to read.
Apr 18, 2015
Apr 18, 2015 at 8:49 AM UTC
*S is for the stars
shining so bright
in the darkness
of the night
but something we
will never know
is how star bright
you used to glow*
Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 7:27 AM UTC
I've chosen to be happy
amidst the burning living
amidst the piling dying
I've chosen to be grateful
amidst the fruitless toiling
amidst the unending paths
I've chosen to be pretty
amidst the narrowing crowds
amidst the constant shaming
I've chosen to be blinded
in favor of the brightness
in favor of easy lives
I've chosen to be heartless
in favor of my success
in favor of acceptance
I choose to be ignorant
I choose to be happier
I choose the conventional
I choose the society
that has raised me, and made me
I choose the society
that hates me and always will
I choose the society
that tells me it's my own choice
I choose the society
that holds me, imprisons me
I choose the society
that has killed and buried me
and told me that all is well
Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 5:15 AM UTC
You took me and changed me
gave me life and love
kissed my every vein
until they formed crystals
I was beautiful
You then let me go
and I was flying without wings
and I realized
I wasn't the first you touched
as beauty tumbled around me
I hit the ground
like a speck of dust
and I melted, and I died
without truly leaving
or truly living
And after all that
what I'm trying to say
is that I didn't matter
in the best possible way.
Apr 8, 2014
Apr 8, 2014 at 9:02 AM UTC
*I am young
a liability
Ever since I first began resisting
I am young
a privilege to be
or so you keep insisting
I am young
my woes are play things
or nonexistent as you would say
I am young
no one can hear me
until I shout the wrong way
I am young
yes I agree
that does not mean
I am free.*
Mar 28, 2014
Mar 28, 2014 at 10:58 AM UTC