I find my smile with the lights turned off...
Where I don't have to pretend to love what I don't
With strangers in my mouth
That taste like nothing;
They fill dimmed rooms
To hide painted-on faces,
And they fill their bodies with spirits
Until they forget their own names...
and slowly the darkness begins to fade:
The walls unravel and there they are left
With their colors bleeding out into the
Unrest they succumb to...
they find their smiles with the lights turned off.
Feb 1, 2017
Feb 1, 2017 at 10:17 PM UTC
Only clear are my thoughts
When the sun fails to shine
With memories so vivid
And often sublime;
A voice traveled somewhere that
Was not my mind
Jan 27, 2017
Jan 27, 2017 at 12:23 AM UTC
beneath each shriek my mind belted
were the words I held true;
if only these words were not uttered from
you . .
Jan 27, 2017
Jan 27, 2017 at 12:18 AM UTC
love is a word
love is a verb
love is not outspoken afterthoughts
it is laughs
and your hair in the wind
the flowers grazing the
tip of my nose
as I breathe you in;
it is not a melancholy vibration
overtaking my entire being
as if I am not worthy
of the word of love..
but this body made of decaying wood
and rusty bolts is no longer
the home for this lingering hopelessness
I once called home
love is a verb
that could only beg to describe your active
presence.
love is an adjective for the way I feel when you laugh over nothing and our endless sorries.
love is a noun because it is who you are
to me.
Oct 5, 2016
Oct 5, 2016 at 11:03 PM UTC
your body is the heavenly host
to the only love I've ever known
and I am home as the embrace
of your supple skin encompasses mine.
I kiss your face even if
your five o'clock shadow is peeking through
and scratching against my the tip of my chin
because no one's lips could ever taste just like yours.
and I do not love you merely for these physical encounters;
your mind is a glorious entity full of
ideas, thoughts, and aspirations
that I hold dearly to my soul.
I remain in fear yet am fearless
in your presence because
another touch could never feel like yours
and another voice could never sound like yours
and no one’s lips could ever taste just like yours
because your body is the heavenly host
to the only love
I've ever known.
Sep 8, 2016
Sep 8, 2016 at 5:00 PM UTC
from a world of shadows
there once was a girl
with tulips for eyes
and dandelion curls -
when crowds softly wept
her colors unfurled;
for she held onto strength,
not onto the world.
Sep 7, 2016
Sep 7, 2016 at 1:05 AM UTC
If only I could
Radiate as the sky,
I’d express this
Inexpressible adoration
Welling inside.
But I am not the sky,
I am every crevice in between;
For behind my fragile frame, I
Am most often unseen.
Aug 30, 2016
Aug 30, 2016 at 10:39 AM UTC
When words become ablation
And hands are merely frame,
I stand in hesitation
Avoiding vapid flame.
With lack of motivation
I stride with grueling step
To **** sordid crustaceans
Consuming my own head.
Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 11:50 PM UTC
i locked my heart in a safe and
i left it at an unknown perch
for the universe to devour and when
i went to retrieve it i found
it half full,
and so it remained. but
as i grew
and smiled
and tremored
and lived,
i found my half-filled heart
full.
i do not know the time and
i do not know the place
but i know my mind and that is all
that really matters.
as i lay masked in a vulnerable darkness i
feel a lightness in my chest because
no longer do i cloak myself in darkness, i
merely embrace it, and
i merely conquer myself.
my hair falls how it pleases and my
face wrinkles as i live as i please
and i find melodies in his words and
the earth and the trees and i
feel this life is meant to be as he paints
circles in my palms that constitute
certainty.
i feel so much and i see so much
and i write
so much
when the world goes
dark..
Jul 9, 2016
Jul 9, 2016 at 5:50 PM UTC
drenched in blue moonlight
I admired her through
the sheet of smoke
in the gap between us
Carefully I
swayed and our arms
greeted with a gentle graze
"I tend to see the glass as half empty–
sometimes completely."
Sudden words drew me
like water from a well
A cigarette pinched by
the uneven crescents of her lips
pulsated, her sallow face
awash in a delicious red glow
"Either way, it's a beautiful glass,
isn't it?"
time nonexistent
She fumbled another
to a faintly open mouth
I lit it in silence
Jul 9, 2016
Jul 9, 2016 at 5:42 PM UTC