knowing you, and loving you
means that;
every sun that rises
and moon that beams
brings me purposeful days
and beautiful dreams
Jun 13, 2017
Jun 13, 2017 at 3:16 PM UTC
you have stones and rocks to play with
clothes hanging from a tree
a *** of rice to portion
and you barely think of me
i have popcorn in my pantry
coffee ready to brew
clothes with all their tags on
and yet i'm envious of you
Jun 13, 2017
Jun 13, 2017 at 1:27 PM UTC
or, alternatively
i can 180 it
and try it with you
Jun 13, 2017
Jun 13, 2017 at 1:12 PM UTC
there's a hidden, empty place
between the conscious and unconscious mind,
it's a wallowing feeling -
a standstill, a little uphill
looking down on yourself
realizing the battle is nearly over,
ready for change
and you say
take me to be whole, entirely me
enlighten me
Jun 13, 2017
Jun 13, 2017 at 1:08 PM UTC
The critter in my soul
Captor of my mind
Ocean in my world
Clock that ticks my time
~~
You
Jun 12, 2017
Jun 12, 2017 at 3:53 PM UTC
I am alive
Today, and in this very moment,
I’m breathing the same pattern I once did,
Before I met you.
Yet I am different
In this very same moment I feel lost
I can see the world, but,
I stand still in the corner.
I am lonely
So I reach for you as a friend,
I ask you to wake me up, inhale you,
And instead you lay me down
You are alive now
You are wide awake
You are brave, and bold, and intimidating
I once was brave, and bold,
And kind
You and I
We are similar, yet
Cannot exist together
With one eye open,
I see the world again,
Except this time
I am not lonely,
I am just alone
Without you
And I’m alive
Jun 12, 2017
Jun 12, 2017 at 12:38 PM UTC
Feeding the little thoughts
The doubts
The dreams I'm lucid in
But for a second they wrap around me
They grasp me with their warm hands
Tell me there's more
More to this
Something magical could happen
If you just wake up and run
And I believe it
In moments of anger
On days I'm misunderstood
I believe it
When I feel stuck
Feeding the little thoughts
Giving them characters and stories
Taking away from my own reality
To fuel this dream
And I'm sinking
Sinking ship
I feed these thoughts
And you reach out
And you save me
Every time
Nov 23, 2016
Nov 23, 2016 at 2:07 PM UTC
We sit around and talk about how the sky is falling,
How the world feels heavy and displaced every day
We talk about how our sky is falling,
Yet we move out of the way
We silently wish for a change to be made
We sit still as they commit their deadly sins
We search for some sort of meaning
Yet we never reach within
There are wars in our world, “but not close to us”
We talk about the news and debate over motives
But when it doesn’t hit home
The next day it goes unnoticed
So we still host our dinners, we write our Christmas lists
We change the station to music, we pour a glass of red
We talk about our day at work, we watch our favourite show
We kiss our children goodnight, we tuck them into bed
But there was a time those families did the same,
Wanted to make a change, but thought it wasn’t close
Until days later it really did hit home,
And it took away, what they loved most
Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 1:35 PM UTC
I love to move like a virus
inside her body,
balancing the wish to be killed
with the need to be spread.
Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 2:12 PM UTC
we used to find security
in blankets
acceptance
in our mothers arms
love
when daddy wiped away our tears
stories
on our grandmothers hands
and now we have insecurity
masked by money and clothes
we’re not accepted unless we have
a following, a brand
we’re told to love is to be weak
and what stories?
all I see is plastic in place of wrinkles
Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 2:04 PM UTC