the first steps felt so easy.
i was unburdened.
at times i flew.
it took me all these years to find
that everything inside me
had never changed at all
Jan 1, 2020
Jan 1, 2020 at 1:24 PM UTC
there once were nights
when i could smile across the room
to no one in particular
just drown content in music
and let slide by what needs to slide
Dec 30, 2019
Dec 30, 2019 at 4:45 AM UTC
so often it's
the beautiful the cherished
which falls
from dusty table
edges
May 8, 2019
May 8, 2019 at 4:38 PM UTC
last year's worn out sweater
and birthday gift cards frame the scene
four eyes dejected marbles
but did you even notice that my hair is
different today?
Mar 22, 2019
Mar 22, 2019 at 6:18 PM UTC
you felt
the same
and still
we dis/
connected
Mar 10, 2019
Mar 10, 2019 at 4:16 PM UTC
mic dropped
going places
rinse repeat
for happy faces
elsewhere
not at home
where i find myself
alone
Mar 5, 2019
Mar 5, 2019 at 7:26 PM UTC
a little poem
can't be more
than personal reminder
that there is still
so much more crap
forgotten in a binder
Feb 13, 2019
Feb 13, 2019 at 8:20 PM UTC
discovered on my search today
how murakami and itoi
wrote short stories together
in nineteeneightysomething
and daydreamed of the corners
in tokyo i might never see
again all while amazed and longing
for someplace nifty to myself
Feb 1, 2019
Feb 1, 2019 at 8:09 PM UTC
if i were happy, truly
would that me still
be me
Jan 19, 2019
Jan 19, 2019 at 12:43 AM UTC
the quiet now when
once you
cut yourself to songs on boxes
shaped like hearts;
today
those edges
too have left
behind all blank and human
shaped a body trembling
Jan 15, 2019
Jan 15, 2019 at 3:30 PM UTC