My thoughts will twist your words until they say what you don't mean,
To say,
That you sound mean, that you don't mean until they say,
The words,
To me they twist.
Oct 21, 2012
Oct 21, 2012 at 12:33 AM UTC
One day, soon...
I will drive off that overpass,
Just to prove that I could.
Jun 15, 2012
Jun 15, 2012 at 5:57 AM UTC
I smell the ocean.
I feel it cool my skin,
Baking in the sun,
Or from your stare.
My hand parts from yours,
And travels west to meet the sand
That melts golden, molten,
Through the cracks in my fingers.
Thoughts now flow to the back of my mind...
Where they will crash onto hot rocks,
And sizzle, steam away.
May 29, 2012
May 29, 2012 at 4:02 AM UTC
Who else felt the night coming off the tracks,
When we first stepped into that crowded, 1 bedroom apartment,
For the 21st birthday of a guy we knew (his friends, we didn't)?
Strangers derailed and built up drunken tension.
That settled once he found the smoke,
You found the beer,
And I brought the ***
I know my regrets.
But do you still enjoy the white line you crossed...
Off the counter top,
Before we left for IHop?
You hit me, held my hand, and made me promise in the stall,
(where I held your hair just last week)
That I won't tell.
I won't.
We loaded up in the car to go back,
But got stopped along the way.
Two pipes, one baggie, and an open container later...
Maybe birthday boy became a man,
Sometime between when he got cuffed...
And when he apologized.
Was it just me or....
Were the State Troopers cutest when they lined us girls up,
Looked at us,
And let us go?
Just in time for Mother's Day.
May 14, 2012
May 14, 2012 at 2:31 AM UTC
Uneasy, queezy, no breezy feeling,
On currents that carry you home.
Settle, Swallow.
Love him, Sparrow.
A nest shouldn't be so cold.
Apr 12, 2012
Apr 12, 2012 at 1:43 AM UTC
If you do not leave my bed,
I will not leave your side.
Just stay,
Please, please, please...
Just stay.
You've always been here,
And now they say you're leaving.
No.
Mar 5, 2012
Mar 5, 2012 at 12:31 AM UTC
My mind keeps deceiving me,
Convincing me to believe,
That there is something more,
Than what there is.
It wants, more than anything, to keep dreaming.
I want, more than anything, to wake up.
Feb 21, 2012
Feb 21, 2012 at 4:00 AM UTC
I saw him neatly fold his life away and stuff it next to his watch,
In his front pocket,
The room lost color, so I went downstairs...
To the kitchen, red as a solo cup,
Where a group of my friends had drank their lives away,
I couldn't stay to watch them wipe what was left from their chins...
So I sat outside (I love the green),
And dreamt my life away in little puffs of smoke,
That I sent home to the clouds.
Feb 18, 2012
Feb 18, 2012 at 5:47 AM UTC
You cornered me between the book case and the wall,
And whispered something like...
"Wordstastebestfollowedbyakiss."
I thought the same thing about cigarettes.
About Georgia, about falling.
.... And then I thought about the jammed arm on the record player.
And if the dog needed to go for a walk.
And how I really don't want to clean the bathroom at work.
Or any bathroom, ever, really.
Thought after thought came and left my mind...
And now I only think about going back.
Sep 9, 2011
Sep 9, 2011 at 6:03 PM UTC
You waited for the storm to pass
By sitting in your room.
What did you see?
*An empty dresser with empty drawers
Open to a cluttered mind.*
Then, the calm waters boiled over,
and spilled onto your floor.
Drop by drop, the crack of your door
Gave way to an ocean.
You stared at the legs of your end table,
And watched them drown.
Jun 9, 2011
Jun 9, 2011 at 3:14 PM UTC