you are the perfect mix of bitter and sour
taste in my mouth
that I lose from time to time
whenever brine flows from my eyes
May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 5:45 AM UTC
I don't write
I sing
with notes I wish would pierce
your thoughts
and linger
as how it is
when the orchestra turns silent
and when the lights
turn off
you know the feeling
It requires no eyes
to see the stars
draw closer and hear how they
hum their lullabies
give in
not because of my words
but because you know the feeling
how something is
hanging
when something is about
to be created
Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 5:49 AM UTC
I will gather the scattered
fragments of what I knew
was me
particularly of my brain
I'll wrap each one in words
carefully selected
to make them more palatable
more understandable
meaningful and significant
desirable
Unknowingly
I will make my secrets known
only to you
I'll let them fly to you freely
when I do my seeming soliloquy
A slimy spray coming from my gut
I'll spit them all out
Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 3:58 AM UTC
Choose the forces that would break
and twist you
treat each one like water
Choose well the words and memories
that would spark hope
and heal
and force
yourself to move on
Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 3:16 AM UTC
I take it in
your affection
Laced with wit
and a bit of desperation
You must be
under the influence
of either love or alcohol
neither made sense
Cyanide is overrated
and so is sadness
isn't it the default
condition of illness
I take in
words are easy
as are usual emotions
offered freely
Write them down
make them stick
show me truth
Take them in
Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 11:27 PM UTC
A little less conversation
is a little less of me
stolen piece by piece
by each word
but it's more of you
in the silence
and exchange of
pregnant glances
it's me walking towards
you and you
standing still
waiting for me
and me waiting for you
Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 12:38 AM UTC
You are the quake that sent me tumbling into
the places I didn't want to go
and the jagged edge that cracked my cranium open
sending my head to spin around the thought
I have never been home
until I break down the walls
that blocked the sunlight from my view
You've painted my ceiling with tomorrow
You are the cracks that made it my own
You have always been the irony
the non-relational and everything
The adjective and the adverb that confused my very soul
You were inside my head for the shortest time
which made me call it home
You are my familiarity and my unknown
the comely tragedy that goes on and on
I can never blame you for the things you haven't done
as it was I who claim you did
You taught me that the most difficult emotion there is
is the emotion when you think
Jul 3, 2014
Jul 3, 2014 at 11:48 PM UTC
We both traced the constellations
those that were unknown
the stars danced to a different tune last night
Those we called our own
The astronomers stencilled each complicated line
With our bare hands we scratched each curve
We may have not heard yet
We've built a universe of our own
Jul 3, 2014
Jul 3, 2014 at 5:04 AM UTC
They say poets rely
on the convenience of words
but words were never convenient
as there are only stares in creation
and tears in destruction
Words only come in between
Jul 2, 2014
Jul 2, 2014 at 3:02 AM UTC
I'll never get used to seeing you
Every single time
It's a new you
reflecting
a new me
Jul 2, 2014
Jul 2, 2014 at 2:32 AM UTC