What is it about maps
And wide expanses
That touches my soul
Maybe it is that we are all maps
Some easily unfolded, some tightly rolled
Just wanting to be opened and explored
I’m begging to explore you
Trace each contour, feel the rising and falling
And etch your body in my mind
There’s this need to get as close as possible
To lounge within the confines of your arms
Learning what tectonic experiences created the landscape of your mind
But at the same time
Who am I,
To lay claim to any piece of you
You rival the greatest unknown places
Shrouded in mystery
Obscured by great distances and wide empty spaces
And even I
So small and naïve with my ball of string
Know the dangers of this endeavor
Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 4:03 AM UTC
Tonight
there are no dreams to comfort me
no moments of sleep
no escape from my thoughts
You creep into my room
roll me across the pillows
till I'm face down
mouth full of feathers
Screaming through the silence
I pray for the day to end
begging for the emptiness
the solitude of sleep
Dawn breaks long after my tears dried
and I'm left watching the light
clutching the sheets to my chin
eyes blank and mind lost
Hello again, Insomnia
Jul 22, 2014
Jul 22, 2014 at 1:28 AM UTC
Sometimes you just need a good cry
Tears of joy, of pain, of fear
Plastic bottles of pent up emotions
Draining down the peaks and valleys
Washing away the masks from our faces
And as we wipe the smudges from below our eyes
You can feel the sun warming you again
There are no ends or beginnings
Only cycles, like the rain
Jul 22, 2014
Jul 22, 2014 at 1:08 AM UTC
And so I learned to love the night
Not for it's peace and darkness,
But for the small infinite lights
Splattered across the void
Jul 2, 2014
Jul 2, 2014 at 4:44 AM UTC
Someone once told me
"My love for you knows no bounds"
And I think about that sometimes.
Bounds
Boundaries
Bindings
Constraints
Love is like a wild animal
Madness and emotion
Expanding outward
Reaching towards infinite
But when the countdown begins
And it finds itself racing
Racing towards a wall with nothing beyond
It can't help but to slam on the brakes
And halt
Jul 2, 2014
Jul 2, 2014 at 4:43 AM UTC
I miss you.
Not just your face, or the security of knowing you love me.
I just miss the feeling of being next to you.
The warmth radiating from you in waves.
Sliding into the small spaces between us.
Filling in the emptiness.
You don't get that with everyone
Even in a hug I can still feel where I end and they begin
No melting into one another
My cheek feels wrong against their shoulder
But still I hold on longer anyway
Wishing it was you.
Jul 2, 2014
Jul 2, 2014 at 4:42 AM UTC
It's interesting
There are some places
Where I can stand
Perfectly still
Close my eyes
And you're all around me
Your eyes reach into my soul
Stirring up emotions
Rising through the emptiness
Occupying my chest
I grin, opening my eyes
And you're gone
Feel your hands grasp my shoulders
Head thrown back
I fall out of reality
And back in love with your smile
Then your grip slips away
And I'm staring into space again
Left with only the stars
We share the same spaces
Yet never together
I'm always slightly late
Catching only your essence
Melting like ice cream in my hands
Taking bits of your memory with it
But still we steal quiet touches in the dark
Lost moments
Like messages on foggy windows
Fingertips caressing glass
Hurriedly writing words before it all
Fades
Jul 2, 2014
Jul 2, 2014 at 4:39 AM UTC
It's funny
You always want it to end
The other way
Either really fast
Or really slow
But still you walk away
And it's always declared the same
Totaled
Sep 23, 2013
Sep 23, 2013 at 2:10 AM UTC
Something pulls my mind into focus
Feel the urge to glance up
Your eyes reach into my soul
I grin, then blink
You're gone
Feel your hands grasp my shoulders
Head falling back
Our eyes connect
Then your grip slips away
And I'm staring into space again
We openly gaze across rooms
But never speak in public
The rule unspoken
Is it mine or yours?
Just know it's been here all along
So we steal quiet touches in the dark
Moments
Like messages on foggy windows
Fingertips caressing glass
Hurriedly writing words before it fades
We share the same space
Yet never together
Waiting for the day
We both can come clean
To the ones who judge us most
Sep 23, 2013
Sep 23, 2013 at 2:04 AM UTC
I miss the rustle of the sheets
When you turn over in the middle of the night.
The feel of your hot breath on my neck.
I want the stubble on your chin to graze my skin
As you kiss me gently on the shoulder.
And when I whisper "goodnight,"
I need you to draw me close
So I can finally sleep
Mar 26, 2013
Mar 26, 2013 at 4:23 AM UTC