november
his words came out like a lemming of
forceful regrets
and my phrases were hell bent on the
destruction of themselves
it's decemeber now
you've only been gone for a month
and i can move furniture around as
much as i'd like, and you'd still
bounce off the cushions
if the Everything of cigarette smoke
and cheap cologne speak
as loudly as temptation
as brightly as your abdomen, stretched
like the bonds of linen across rooftops
that shade these lonely streets
then i will seek the promises you
left behind
and a late night motel
to bore me in your absence
Dec 27, 2016
Dec 27, 2016 at 9:48 AM UTC
somewhere between silence and speech
there must be a place where broken words go
full of stutters and writers block sufferers
somewhere between the "i love" and the "you" that never followed
or the "wait" that was whispered into the air
there must be a place where broken words go
the words spoken but never listened to
the letters written but never sent
the train of thought that crashed into the clouds
the words in the bottle that traveled the sea
but sunk to the bottom before it could ever reach
there must be a place where broken words go
there must be a place i can call home
Nov 9, 2016
Nov 9, 2016 at 9:53 PM UTC
you won't find me sitting and watching the stars
i am up here
painting them into the sky
i painted mercury, i created mars
ceres, pluto, and eris are nothing less
than the brilliant blues i smeared across the heavens
the ocean's windstorms were produced by myself as well
a watercolor gone wrong
the mess that i am
who knew disasters
were capable of shading the complexity in the sky
morning and night?
while you are sitting and watching the stars
i am up here
painting them into the sky
Oct 22, 2016
Oct 22, 2016 at 1:33 PM UTC
the waves rushed about his soul
while i drifted perilously in the deluge
all the while wondering what monsters swam below
how badly i wanted to conquer this mess
this disastrous mess- lightening in his eyes
thunder in his voice
i knew that the blood of the gods
still pumped through his veins,
but i was still a woman adrift
(how the hell did i not drown?)
i longed to calm his tempest,
but i wanted to feel his rage just as bad
this was a crime
i almost always desire the blue seas,
the ones seen in magazines
but instead i found myself
living with a hurricane
who saved me
Oct 7, 2016
Oct 7, 2016 at 4:55 PM UTC