i draw you but i cant draw
i draw you, but its rough
i draw my estimations
erase. draw. erase.
you're still here. erase. you're still here.
i draw you and tear up the paper
there you are, in the distance
i draw back a bow
and see the lead smudge across your chest
Mar 15, 2019
Mar 15, 2019 at 7:58 PM UTC
I wish I could say it all smooth,
blue skies and butterflies,
peaches and cream,
sea glass gliding the edge
of the tide and the moon's soft glow
steadying our fragile night.
But the world is too sharp,
darling, and the lullabyes we
whisper before morning dew are
dashed to pieces by noon, the promises
we make suspended somewhere
unreachable. Slashed and stitched but
the scar is elusive. Tenuous.
Till then we conspire.
Jan 22, 2019
Jan 22, 2019 at 2:01 AM UTC
you and your comebacks and come back. I'm not finished with you yet.
not-so-soft-spoken and salacious
sharp wit and even sharper teeth.
Sep 17, 2018
Sep 17, 2018 at 8:13 PM UTC
We dream apart the past,
flicks of yellow here and there
where the sun throws its shadows.
Across the white sand beach,
under the overpass,
in the parking lot and
behind my house, where the trees
twist into each other and become woods.
The thicket, braver than it used to be,
the spiders, more clever, weaving their wispy
threads on our path. We laugh and push on,
walk the trails to keep them worn, the rocks
growing heavy in our pockets.
And maybe the muddy bank was a
better home, but the weight is a comfort.
The stones clack together when we walk,
and it's the softest music.
Aug 24, 2018
Aug 24, 2018 at 1:37 PM UTC
the taste of metal
clack clack clack
nothing is pure anymore
Jul 17, 2018
Jul 17, 2018 at 7:56 PM UTC
I said I wasn't going to do this anymore, but here I am, doing this.
maybe I wanted
something to dissect
something tangible
I pick you apart
but it's all abstract
pen in the hand
I can draw a line
foot in the sand
I can draw a line
I think of you
and everything blurs
together
May 30, 2018
May 30, 2018 at 11:06 AM UTC
Making letters out of the noises
of night paranoid minds hear, changing
their order, their
direction, ******* on context,
Demanding a second look,
a third look,
looks
upon
looks,
and the ones I gave you
before I knew what they meant.
Three words, three shovels.
Three words, three graves.
Three words, watch them move and
still under your stare.
I counted the words on my fingers.
I counted them
over
and over,
mumbling into mantra,
words and numbers,
numbers and
words,
A combination for this safe,
a name for this needle.
I sit back and watch
the years stitch together.
Jan 23, 2018
Jan 23, 2018 at 5:17 PM UTC
A broken promise, a kind of mutiny.
I traced the grout between the tile,
thinking,
Only a God could make people out of dust
and expect them to recover.
Jan 23, 2018
Jan 23, 2018 at 5:10 PM UTC
Love,
trust,
the color of the sky
after you give it a name,
simple because it's not,
just words
you live outside of,
somewhere a sentence can't reach.
Castle girl, rapunzel rapunzel,
let me down gently,
the crocodiles in the moat,
each word,
a yellowing tooth.
Will you pry open the door?
Crowbar to the problem and
the sweat beading at your temples?
Escape means nothing.
3 days, 3 nights, the world
swallowed me up and spit me out,
thinking I'd learned my lesson,
slitting my wrists on the road to nineveh.
I pray to god all night.
I shout at god all night.
I cry to god all night.
Why does this dark eat at me,
the days like lead in my chest?
I pray to god,
prey to god,
the silence that carried me into november
and the thought planted in the back of my mind:
maybe I deserve this.
Nov 2, 2017
Nov 2, 2017 at 6:35 PM UTC
baby,
do you play-girl like you
*******
I wonder sometimes.
Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 12:45 AM UTC