Revolutions and evolutions
Motions and emotions
Watch me as I fire up
and expose the colours of your
home in a light previously unseen
to share with you the green leaves
and your crisp eyes
Let me warm your heart and your skin
On those cold winter afternoons
when the pane of glass is all
that’s stopping you from me.
We are so close yet so far.
But look.
I’m still here and I still hold you.
Just from a distance.
Oct 4, 2019
Oct 4, 2019 at 12:44 PM UTC
Fresh eyes
Blue skies
Mud piles and
Long whiles
Hearts as pure as gold
Lives with more to be told
Toes that know no ends
And arms that reach past ten
Cold and bright
Make for a warm awakening
Sep 26, 2019
Sep 26, 2019 at 1:33 PM UTC
Floods fall out of me.
Hurricanes inside.
I was the home of the storms,
but they left me dry.
It was the mirage,
in the dessert.
I had no water left.
So the cacti crept up,
grew taller and wider,
and they poked me until I bled.
I could try, but what’s the use.
There is always a storm, or a drought.
I could try, but I feel I will soon say
goodbye.
Jul 16, 2019
Jul 16, 2019 at 8:40 PM UTC
sadly, it’s just easier when we touch
when the blinds are closed
and the voices have hushed
it’s painful to be aware
both of you and of us
but your eyes are just clear enough
for it to be lush
the crush of something that once
seemed so strong.
closing our eyes
and feeling our way through the grass
not up the mountain or past the river,
just walk with me through the grass.
oh bye sweet love,
oh bye oh bye oh bye.
I speak with sorrow as I say,
sadly, it’s just easier when we touch.
Jul 5, 2019
Jul 5, 2019 at 10:02 PM UTC
Sometimes I think my tears have frozen.
They have turned to salty ice inside my body
blocking the streams for other things
like blood.
Long icicles that wish for summer
But my body is too cold for help.
Sharp edges creating holes
But they’re covered with the snow of winter
The beautiful white blanket across a field of what used to be green grass
The kind you wish to lay in and pick the dandelions from
But there are no dandelions in the winter
They’re all dead
All the dandelions
They wish for summer too.
Those longs days when you waited for the moon to come out just so you could talk to someone.
She held you with her bright white light
But the night was cold
And you were wrapped up in your blanketed bed
Waiting for summer.
Because maybe then she’d see you cry.
Jun 6, 2019
Jun 6, 2019 at 7:13 PM UTC
Back when he didn’t know my name
I was such an innocent child
Back when we didn’t speak
Things were so simple
It was an era that will last forever
In my memories you stay
But now when he says my name
Like it’s a word he’s known forever
I cry at the thought that one day
He might just forget
Jun 4, 2019
Jun 4, 2019 at 2:17 PM UTC
Shadows of words
Cast longing above me
Rays of darkness have shined.
Light comes forth as it pleases
Apr 11, 2019
Apr 11, 2019 at 8:14 PM UTC