Reach for me rightly
in the morning
with your hands that got us into
this mess in the first place
The weight of the grip
that perpetrated your adolescence
offers air back to my lungs
resuscitates me
May 18, 2024
May 18, 2024 at 10:07 AM UTC
A little more power and strength is added to my being when I see the pavement is steaming.
I saw it coming.
The sun showed signs of popping back out in the midst of civilians fearing a storm.
A sly ******* everyone has to have a little fun.
By textbook-definition, entertainment is dangling the sweet taste of chlorophyll and spring in front of me, and it isn't selfish until my vision and interest are taken for granted.
Gas is a force of nature
and I'm on the other side of the glass.
Apr 10, 2017
Apr 10, 2017 at 8:42 PM UTC
It's dusty and abstract,
the outside to the eyes.
The people, the places,
the styles, the minds;
the world isn't plaid,
it's ringed and it's crystal
made of a path that goes fireside
where there is light and there is color;
where the sounds blend together
and a binaural beat
brings a shoulder to a cheek
and kisses to knees;
they find freckles in the peace
"look, it's you and it's me."
Jan 19, 2017
Jan 19, 2017 at 4:48 PM UTC
Between our two subconscious minds
dries one cigarette
missing the lips of one another and
the sweet relief of familiarity
and bad habits.
To inhale takes focus
To exhale takes bravery
But to do neither
is nothing more than the
cast of a fishing pole
into the pond that is our ocean.
I was fishing without the flat chest
I still call home;
The happiest habit I know--
Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 12:12 AM UTC
It's fine,
dance around me.
Your beanie in the summer
makes you look much more
ridiculous than she with he.
Although you're not a ghost,
nor clown,
you haunt
and make her laugh
effortlessly.
What is your secret?
What have you done?
The way you scurry
can only have one wondering
what you were doing in
2013,
when your life began,
and began with me,
but you've always been
barely without me.
Jul 5, 2015
Jul 5, 2015 at 12:16 PM UTC
what a world it is
in which we reside.
we've come to the point
where we've lost all our
wonder.
as a species,
we act as though
there is nothing left to discover!
all we are
are satisfaction-seekers
and to have anything
unanswered
would
be
absurd!
this world we live in
is clogged up with "feelings"
and drowning in the pixels of
burning photographs doesn't seem
too steamy.
the concepts
which are thrived upon
are nothing more than perspective;
is that paper crumpled,
or is it a cultured crane?
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 9:12 PM UTC
They always say, "the past repeats,"
but ours can never again.
We were sworn together with knots,
and bled together with needles and thorns.
our window is closing
on the 70 mph highway
because too many bees flew into the car.
Your batteries are dead and my
charger is torn apart.
Your nicotine breath has staled,
and the fire's out of wood.
We can try to write a new script,
but sequels are never as good.
May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 11:38 PM UTC
It's not her fault the towels have blood stains on them.
You're the one who destroyed her knees,
(among other things)
remember?
In one swipe of a night,
the greatest thing
you ever had
lost you,
and you think you understand!
She isn't mad because of your actions;
she isn't mad at all.
She's aggravated that you have to be past-tense
and a tail now pulls at her head
whenever she tries to rest.
May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 8:05 PM UTC
The excess raindrops
get louder
with every open window
like you become
more tantalizing
with every cheap tile
you cross over
with your ashamed
feet
in those miserable
hallways
And you know as well
as I do
that it is not easy
having a sentimental,
earthly element
remind you of
where you wanted
your last breath
to be raked from
the blood and
the gray
that would have
been soaked into
soil
before anyone noticed.
Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 11:31 PM UTC
My bones were once tender for you.
It's a muddy road you're strolling down,
and I don't know if you know,
but your shoes are untied
(of course you ******* know).
Or are you wearing slip-ons?
I wouldn't recognize you anymore.
I considered taking the same road
to church this very Sunday
but I was stopped by the discomfort
I felt in the presence of a cross.
Faith cannot mean that my life is safe.
Though my bones were once tender for you,
it is unfair that we are both on a hook
but you hold the string
that tugs on guts
whenever I try to breathe.
Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 11:54 PM UTC