sometimes I wonder
what might happen
if the night sky
turns red
sometimes I wonder
how much better
I'd write
if I weren't on
my meds
circumstances
& slight of sanity
may perpetually
prevent it
but you can make
the damnedest
certain those fields
will finally, finally be
lit
maybe the storms
will awaken
what within me
is dead
& sometimes I wonder
what might happen
if the night sky
turns red
Mar 15, 2024
Mar 15, 2024 at 12:41 AM UTC
these days I
find myself trying
to remember
how to
burn
efficiently,
with an air of
almost seeming like
it was my
turn
but sleep supersedes
& when neglected
can impede
one's ability to
spark
so how did you
find me in
that deep, hollow
dark?
was it the left
second star?
was it the glow of my
smoldering cigar?
or was it the signal flare
I lit on top of that cop's car?
sometimes it takes the
smallest flames
to see
your fire is never as far
as it seems
to be
so on the second star
we'll meet;
pass the cigar to
the beat
of all the squad cars
burning in the
street
& maybe just maybe
one day we can
live inside of our own
heat
Nov 28, 2023
Nov 28, 2023 at 6:45 PM UTC
come what, may?
it's that swallow of
guilt I can't help
but stomach;
it's the galaxy of rain drops
on the pre-dawn
painted window scene
& it's that look I
I know I'm being
given from miles and miles
& miles far
away
they've all settled
underneath my
skin
& everything that I
feel and fear
bears the burden of
a future sin
when all either wanted
was to just let the
other in
maybe I'm afraid of
the ever-fleeting
folly
maybe I'm afraid of me
but I can't seem to
help but rest my
tired bones
inside such a gentle
reprieve
"kudos to those who see
through sickness,
yeah..."
is this the final
exigency
I've so desperately
sought?
or am I still
writhing in the hell
of a life
& a love that was
for naught?
I called out caution
to the waves
& they called to me:
"may, come what?"
May 15, 2023
May 15, 2023 at 8:55 AM UTC
perhaps I was
always seeing it
in dreams;
in perpetual motion;
in the color of her
cheeks as she told me
goodbye.
‘cause I never
caught it in the lines
that curved around her
brows when she
told me what
hurt
& where
& when
& why
maybe it was somewhere
written in the
sky
or coded in her
fingertips
as she brushes the
hair from my
eyes
I wondered if she could
tell that I was
high
& that all of this dream
within a dream
would soon be ours in
𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒅𝒖𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆
Dec 27, 2022
Dec 27, 2022 at 2:10 PM UTC
sorry
I'm
s
p
l
i
t
t
i
n
g
& I don't know
what that
means
Nov 22, 2022
Nov 22, 2022 at 8:33 PM UTC
.
.
.
to know me is
to know
I will probably never
make it through all 30
of these prompts
𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘺, 𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺
to know me is
to know
I don't feel much regret
for those kinds of
things these
days
to know me is
to know I will always make
"the best of it," no matter
the depths of life's
intermittent
cuts
but...
to know me is
to know
an open wound;
to know the hell
I have survived
& continue to
to know that I bear it --
not with pride,
but with a vengeful tenacity
to know that in time
it will heal,
& with stunning vivacity
to know me is
to know
a cut will not ever
be the way that I
go
Nov 22, 2022
Nov 22, 2022 at 1:41 AM UTC
it's 5 am on a tuesday
late november
& cold as
hell
another day
a few hours ago I was
informed by message that
my father was
dead
another so it goes.
we weren't close but my
older siblings are pretty upset
I somehow saw it
& felt it would be swift
another altar candle
the only grief I have is for
my family.
my sister and brother's guilt over not
doing more hit too close
another "same as it ever was"
.
.
.
.
.
Nov 21, 2022
Nov 21, 2022 at 6:48 AM UTC
I gave up the
ghost of my pencil
for a few months
to try
& practice a bit
of the art of
sanity
with a few dashes
of subtlety
my dreaming palace
will not climb
any stairs
today
& his lips will be
as soft as when
I know that I’ll be
lonely
𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭 𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘦
𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢
the search of true
summer
with his heart on my
bare sleeve…
Aug 9, 2022
Aug 9, 2022 at 7:04 PM UTC
yeah, I lived in a
supernova
once.
there weren’t as many
stars as I would
have liked to
imagined
but the parties
were great
& you could leave
whenever you
wanted
I think I stayed because
no one really
saw me
I left once I got
tired of
solving puzzles in
the dark
Aug 9, 2022
Aug 9, 2022 at 6:54 PM UTC
the sky was red
with your
fury
when you thought
it wouldn’t
show
the night made it
seem snowy
if you tilted your
sight at
the proper angle
the train down the
avenue
moved so hauntingly
between the
trees
& I couldn’t find
your soul this
time
Aug 9, 2022
Aug 9, 2022 at 5:54 PM UTC