The ripe old age of 25
where I'm supposed to be alive
and prospering.
But instead, it is an uphill climb
to those two digits which seem so high that
I cannot reach.
Because there is a whisper- screaming- in the back
of my head
saying that nothing's ahead
and what is scarier than nothing at all?
Aug 14, 2018
Aug 14, 2018 at 9:31 PM UTC
We were backwards
Singing breakup songs to each other with
Smiles
On our faces
Tears when we laughed
Anger drawing out giggles
****** jokes strewn on our tongues
well past both our limits
In reverse, fast, I could not see
Whether we were en route for collision
Or destined to live happily
Jun 17, 2018
Jun 17, 2018 at 7:42 PM UTC
I just want someone to lip sync love songs about
To live with and without
Two minds two bodies in time
Coming together like a perfect rhyme
Jun 17, 2018
Jun 17, 2018 at 7:22 PM UTC
My ears bleed from the bullets
gone into others
That I see on a screen
either near me or with me at all hours
So I hide from the fun-house mirror of
society's flaws and hate amplified
letting the bitter slicing voice of one like me
strain to send itself amongst the waves of a chilling sea
I cannot swim
And revert to ink recounting
the horrors of her present
she is still too loud
Until all I can know is told from
a mouth who's lip quivers and teeth
grind
leaving my mind
to create Hell itself.
May 27, 2018
May 27, 2018 at 9:40 PM UTC
I spend my days lighting candles
On
And
Off
Hoping you'll call
To ignite our extinguished love
May 20, 2018
May 20, 2018 at 10:48 PM UTC
The cracks interrupting my walk
Are not cracks at all
But veins of sweet
Sweet blossoms fallen
Gray stepped-on concrete holds tight
To the cells of sweet traveling
Amongst the deep
Mimicking bright of the sky they once reached
My step carefully avoids
The soldiers on their plight
Their helmets a warm rose
Filling those trenches awaiting
A gust of fresh air set the sweet cells to dancing
A cyclone of chaotic beauty
And once again the cracks of my walk are empty
With only the memory of their visitors
May 19, 2018
May 19, 2018 at 9:34 AM UTC
The flowers smiled and winked at you in early May.
All was bright, flaws were none, and all so very new
Like dew, fresh on the grass where we spent our days.
The air grew feverish as did I, my mind was a maze.
Come the middle of July the dew had evaporated.
Our vision blurred like the sky in immense heat.
The days took years to go, held in place by Apollo.
We nestled inside just as wind began to blow
Leaves off of trees in a million colors.
Adventure shriveled to a familiar routine.
Surrounded by walls we would spend time,
A few conjured up after our prime.
The temperature crept downward.
Our hearts fell victim to frost,
Their synchrony now
Broken.
May 19, 2018
May 19, 2018 at 9:15 AM UTC
A vein in the Earth
Where those fallen subside
Called to fill it with life
And await command further
Helmets rosy but not of blood
Each soldier light and with grace
A call finally comes
And they fly out in a swarm
A swirling spectacle of life and it’s beginning
And end, the veins empty
Trenches once again barren
The scheme once again bleak
May 19, 2018
May 19, 2018 at 9:08 AM UTC
Oh, ease and tranquility how you elude me,
As I float- no splash- about this insanity.
Waves of new faces,
Words lost in the wind,
Form an ocean too deep.
I stare in a silence that is deafening
Sorry- excuse me- no wait, please don’t leave
How should I, somehow, fashion an ore
And keep from drowning?
Sick of ticks that trick people- no you are not a bother to me
I promise- just let me catch some air, see?
I'm fine... just when should I avert my eyes and how long should I smile?
And…
Crash! Another shipwreck where passengers flee
But every once in a while I encounter
Another without proper tools, whose heart also beats a million times a second
When sitting- when walking, talking, sighing...crying.
And I welcome the unskilled sailor aboard,
Because in these unsteady waters so cold
We have each other.
May 19, 2018
May 19, 2018 at 9:08 AM UTC