I've found where I belong
It's by myself
I can't get too comfortable
'Cause that's when I go
What will I have left then,
If I leave when I'm already alone?
Oct 8, 2013
Oct 8, 2013 at 7:13 PM UTC
I gave you everything,
Then I forgot to take it back
When I left.
Oops
Oct 3, 2013
Oct 3, 2013 at 8:00 PM UTC
I wish you hadn't grown up here
Then I wouldn't have to hear you come and go
If you weren't here I wouldn't have to feel this way
It isn't anything that you're doing
You don't do anything
you don't do anything
Oct 1, 2013
Oct 1, 2013 at 6:49 PM UTC
My skin sought the company of hers
Finger tips brushed against my bony wrist
I almost tasted her lips
When she spoke of journeys downwards
Into caves that hide the darkest intentions
Her fingers laced atop her bobbing knee
- she's impatient to speak -
While I'm eager to listen
If only to pretend that each word that touches her mouth was my lips pressed firmly
Sep 30, 2013
Sep 30, 2013 at 9:05 PM UTC
The light in your bedroom keeps me company
Though it makes me wish you'd disappear
Because I don't think you deserve my sadness,
And yet I give it to you anyway - everyday
Handpicked and wrapped up with a sort of pleading desperation
A "please take me back there, sitting on your front step with sweet consolidation"
But we don't go there anymore,
And so the light in your bedroom keeps me company,
And at nighttime I wish I'd disappear
Sep 30, 2013
Sep 30, 2013 at 8:50 PM UTC
I dream of ghosts,
But the nighttime mends me.
In the morning, sunlight casts the shadows back under the bed.
Yet what do I do with the ones in my head?
Sep 28, 2013
Sep 28, 2013 at 5:29 PM UTC
The days each filled with emptiness,
and that was all I got.
I locked myself away and hid,
then my heart began to rot.
I thought I'd clear away the dark
If I kept my mind racing.
So I filled my head with thoughts of others
And built up a strong casing.
When these things each fell away,
The darkness did come back.
And now I spend each night, here feeling
Like this is a heart attack.
Sep 14, 2013
Sep 14, 2013 at 10:44 PM UTC
Roof-tops cannot see me
There are no windows there for curious eyes to peer through
And so I sit
With my dressing gown open
Slouching off each shoulder
Piled up in the crooks of my elbows
The street crawls into view
As I lean back to cool my skin on the wall
I hear a car approaching
But it approaches lazily
So I linger for a moment
Skin singing with the sudden chill tickling
Tiny yellow flowers
Across a driveway unknown to me
Call out to the sun
Confusing her for their mother
But the sun has gone now
Leaving pools of darkness under each needle in the pine trees
And sending shivers dancing across my bare back
Up my shoulders
Jun 11, 2013
Jun 11, 2013 at 5:39 PM UTC
It seems my consciousness is a collection
Of those who surround me, with careful selection
A bit from him, a piece from her
Not much more
Are they made up from me?
Am I a fragment of their reality?
Jun 11, 2013
Jun 11, 2013 at 5:37 PM UTC
In case I someday claim thee
Wait upon the farthest etching of stone into ocean
In case my sickened frame drags itself through grit and sea-spray
For I may find myself in palms of flesh torn from dragging this carcass across peaking cliffs and shards of sea-glass
Wait there, but do not call out
Jun 4, 2013
Jun 4, 2013 at 10:39 PM UTC