I'll write until it hurts.
I'll write until I'm weak.
Writing is the loudest I speak.
Volumes of my glass
as I down each drink,
and choose a tone, a comma,
that will make you think.
And think again.
I don't remember
how to play pretend.
Drunk on guilt and
drunk on whiskey -
I'm drunk on your hurt
and it might **** me.
So I'll write on
because you need to hear me.
We are this way because
you are
never
near me.
Stop blaming everything,
the answers are simple.
Life's not a breeze,
stop playing naive.
We'll go on this way because
you are
never.
We were forever.
May 14, 2013
May 14, 2013 at 10:15 PM UTC
I wish I could say,
“Let’s meet up again later in life,
not right now.”
I’m so happy to hear from you,
really, I am,
but I don’t have room for you.
I just don’t have the time.
This is hard for me, please
don’t resent me
I’m sorry for letting you go.
I feel fate pounding on my door -
We almost feel inevitable.
But you’re better off without me right now,
I promise.
Apr 29, 2013
Apr 29, 2013 at 7:53 AM UTC
He was a sad boy
and it was even more sad how deeply
I was in love with him.
He curled up next to me in bedone night
and he cried on me.
His tears soaked through my t-shirt.
He coughed, sputtered and sobbed
as I held him, until, finally,
he fell into a fitful sleep.
I knew he was awake again
from the renewed heat and wetness
of his tears.
"I have no answers," he whispered into my neck
and I felt tears roll slowly down my collarbone.
I felt him grow stiff against me,
and he cried on me as we made love
together.
I felt his tears burn my skin.
With each tear, more of my love's
features melted away.
My love's skin dripped off,
droplet by droplet, onto me.
His tears stunned me with their heat.
As he dripped away, a rusty metal frame
emerged from under his flesh.
He grew rigid. I pushed him away
and his metal joints creaked
and his rusty skeleton
flaked onto the bed.
I was unreasonably calm as I cozied up
in the heat of his tears
in the puddle of a memory.
Apr 23, 2013
Apr 23, 2013 at 11:36 PM UTC
I fell in love with a boy. He was sad.
He curled up next to me in bed one night
and he cried on me.
His tears soaked through my shirt:
"I have no answers"
he whispered into my neck,
and I felt the tears roll
down my collarbone.
He cried on me was we made love together,
and I felt his tears burn my skin.
With each tear more of his features
melted away.
My love's skin dripped off,
droplet by droplet, onto me.
His tears stunned me with their heat.
As he dripped away, a rusty metal frame
emerged from under his flesh.
As I pushed him away,
his metal joints creaked and his rusty skeleton
flaked onto the bed.
I was in a puddle of sweat
and I was unreasonably calm
as I cozied up in the heat off his tears -
in the puddle that was once my love.
Apr 23, 2013
Apr 23, 2013 at 11:21 PM UTC
it's so beautiful, you say.
and i agree, it's a beautiful day.
i can see it, but i can't feel it,
my mind drags my body deeper.
so full of dark, i can't feel the heat
from the light
so bright it blinds.
mocking my melancholy with every ray
as my mind strays.
and i can't rhyme it with "together"
but i TRY.
and that's more than you can say
as you stand and gaze
as life passes on by.
Apr 23, 2013
Apr 23, 2013 at 11:03 PM UTC
Hair whips your face
as you cruise away from life,
from ******** from internet & TV.
Thank God the windows roll down automatically
in your hotbox of a car, because
You don't have time to waste thinking
about rolling down windows -
the weather is hot and sunny,
You need to get on the move.
And besides, your music is too loud
to even manage thinking about
well, anything. Blast off.
Sun-scorched leather burns your thighs,
sweat glues you to the seat.
It's not glorious,
it's swamp ***
But I'll take it.
Apr 9, 2013
Apr 9, 2013 at 10:32 PM UTC
a thrill to my bones
a stud in my nose
a piano jam
he can't eat ham
sometimes it rules
believers are fools
a religious twist
i'm an anarchist
we stopped making sense
despite our diligence
the phone rings
your manner stings
where are you now?
i've searched every cloud
it's blue, it's close
the cat sleeps in boats
scotch on the rocks
it can't read clocks
we ride, we shake
the mug is at stake
"wine and dine"
"me and mine"
the future holds
a sadness untold
the explorer naps
for sheets: his maps
the falcon clutches
it is what it is
celebrate Waitangi Day
a sea away
or maybe three
I don't know.
This stopped making
sense to me.
break the form
glue it with salt
heart smart cookies
1 cup dried cherries
i need you more
she needs it now
it's busy still
hopping on clouds
i searched and searched
to no avail.
the hungry husky
barks and wails.
Feb 8, 2013
Feb 8, 2013 at 4:25 PM UTC