And after the hurricane
She wore a tapestry out of cobwebs.
Used ink bleeding from her fingertips
To sign her name
Beneath the truth.
Till they told her the hurricane was a
Fictional conspiracy,
Saying she'd have seen the sunshine
If she were wise.
She thought to herself:
If they don't believe me,
Why should I?
And so she clawed through her tower,
Collecting raindrops
To prove to herself that she was not someone to
Invent fabricated props
Like a delusional playwright with
A crumbling set of plotholes.
As they threw stands of disbelief
She continued collecting raindrops
Each more cloudy than the last,
Repeating to herself
It happened
It happened.
It happened?
Putting her mind on trial,
They did the same with bleeding dockets.
Her certainty diminished with each test,
And her tapestry blew away
Mocking her mounting distrust.
As she feared her mind had gone
Her dry, stained fingertips found
No more raindrops.
Jul 5, 2024
Jul 5, 2024 at 8:01 PM UTC
I'm writing this while you're passed out on the couch,
Hoping the clicking of these keys won't cause your breath to catch
And your stormy eyes to fly open,
You restless, high-strung boy.
You're an eagle who is afraid of heights.
With the most beautiful wings and
The most piercing eyes you stare at the sky,
Waiting for the perfect moment.
But you don't know that life cannot be planned.
You cannot measure love, put a limit on hope or
Estimate faith.
But you. Stubborn, stubborn you,
Will attempt to find the ultimate equation
No matter how exhausted you become.
No matter how many sleepless nights come as a result.
I look down the rising and falling of your chest,
The small crease between your brows,
And I know you're scribbling a hypothesis
In some bizarre, ****** up dream.
Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 1:56 AM UTC
they know
they see
they hear, they feel.
the raw pain,
the magnitude of it
crashing,
surging through the glass eyes of those
right in front of them.
yet still, they stand by
and observe
simply.
patiently assuming.
Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 1:47 AM UTC
Sweetheart, look to the mountains.
Their unwavering power. Their
Still, magnificent beauty.
Please climb them with me.
Sweetheart, look to the ocean.
It's vast mystery. The
Cleansing, crashing waves.
Please swim in them with me.
Sweetheart, look to the stars.
Their ancient compass, their
Never- ending hope.
Please dance under them with me.
Please say yes
Just this once.
just once.
once
Jun 2, 2018
Jun 2, 2018 at 2:51 PM UTC
I wanted to speak of the infinite
To chase the stars and lose
myself in the waves.
I wanted to scream of the unheard.
To challenge the unmoveable and
Rise through winds laced with flame.
I wanted to keep moving.
But you always preferred standing still.
May 6, 2018
May 6, 2018 at 2:09 PM UTC
I just realized that
Hearts are like street lamps.
Some are warm and ready to
Guide, assure, and welcome,
While others instill fear, as
They flicker in and out with
An ugly fluorescence, just
Waiting to be replaced.
It used to take me a while to
Figure out who had which lamp.
Jan 4, 2018
Jan 4, 2018 at 11:43 PM UTC
i thought about you today.
quite a ****** experience, to be honest.
the iron box full of
sick confessionals that is your heart
made me squint at the wall in front of me.
my pen stopped writing and fell
down my frayed scrap of paper
like a raindrop on a car window, and
i felt like a child confronted by a nasty bug.
picturing your face.
im still staring at the wall wondering
if these thoughts deserve any
complex, wrinkled thesaurus found words.
i frown as i notice a crack in the paint.
they dont.
Dec 27, 2017
Dec 27, 2017 at 9:52 AM UTC
His heart was like winter,
Cold but exciting.
My most favorite season,
With crisp piercing lighting.
Adventures and chills,
Through my messy black hair.
Sharp, lovely breeze,
Through the whispering air.
But as the show thickened,
The ice became tough,
And I shivered and realized,
My coat wasn't warm enough.
Oct 24, 2017
Oct 24, 2017 at 6:59 PM UTC
She wanders.
Her soul and body,
Always searching,
Never ceasing.
The waves in her
Soft blue eyes
Roll and crash in
A continuous cycle
Longing for something
More. Always something
Bigger than what
She's given. For
It will never be enough.
Sep 7, 2017
Sep 7, 2017 at 10:29 PM UTC
I want to sprint through
Cities with him
Until my heart bursts.
Jul 8, 2017
Jul 8, 2017 at 1:37 PM UTC