Aug 8, 2018
Aug 8, 2018 at 1:40 AM UTC
Evacuation Alert: Tranquille Valley.
Get out. Bring everything you love.
Ash is falling from the sky,
and the smoke is too much to bare.
The fire's rampage has charred
More than 200,000 hectares,
in 133 days.
It's not safe.
Evacuate immediately.
Evacuate me.
Get out. You are everything I love.
Incinerating everything in your path,
You tranquillize the atmosphere
with your absence.
You smoked me to the filter
You left me to burn.
63 days, and 21 letters.
You're not my safety anymore.
Evacuate immediately.
Aug 14, 2017
Aug 14, 2017 at 2:51 PM UTC
I aways say that I don't want you to fix me.
I don't need you to make me happy.
There's no need to pick my bones back together and
Sweep what's left of the my self esteem
I don't need you to lift the weight of gravity
To a bearable level
To a breathable level
To a level of density that allows me to stand on my two feet.
Alas
I always did.
I always do.
Come over unannounced and do nothing but help me do the dishes.
Tell me about the time you couldn't stop staring at the astronomy of my freckles,
freckles that are only showing in the sunshine
You are sunshine
Like a daffodil
I need you to grow
Please
Fix me
Jun 26, 2017
Jun 26, 2017 at 11:14 PM UTC
you don't
get to decide
when (will i be)
i
am okay
(?)
May 3, 2017
May 3, 2017 at 2:55 AM UTC
This poem is called Boys are Curious.
Because that's what you told me that day.
And if boys are curious,
My body is a treasure map.
I was an atlas for trespassers.
I had a horizon of hope in these eyes,
And my forest hid lust & mystery like it wanted to be found.
My acreage was pure and undiscovered.
If I hadn't scared you away yet,
I've heard that there was passion locked somewhere.
But because boys are curious,
My edges are creased and torn.
The sun has left me shaking in the cold.
I have been sought by the hands of greed enough times,
I've forgotten where I've hidden my treasure.
So, boys are curious.
He left me a field landmines.
Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 1:09 AM UTC
it's been so long since
i felt like collapsing while
i'm laying in bed
Feb 11, 2014
Feb 11, 2014 at 2:57 AM UTC
Call yourself Morgan.
Do not hesitate.
You were born on summer solstice.
Like the sun, you’re distant from others.
Move to Seattle and leave no forwarding address.
Busker for a break and warm your bones with charity work.
Pretend poetry is the only thing you’re good at,
And be good at it.
You can’t just write ****** words into
An exhausted leather journal, no.
Incorporate stanza into every conversation.
Drip intensity and rapture like morphine
Into the veins of anyone who will actually love you.
Speak as if you were never human and you’re still learning to exist.
Metaphors and run-on’s are your best friends-
Run-on sentences.
Run-on arguments.
Run-on relationships.
Run-on recovery.
Develop a reliance on caffeine so potent that
you've become the 7:30am medium black coffee
at the cafe down the street.
Leave no traces.
Feb 3, 2014
Feb 3, 2014 at 11:32 PM UTC
i told myself to use the word 'lovely'
more often.
maybe if i spoke of beauty enough, i would become it.
i decided to smoke cigarettes.
convinced that maybe my lips
would draw you in faster
than they drew in smoke
i stopped eating meat for two months straight.
tofu is bland and
left us with a shaky aftertaste.
the last time we spoke you'd forgotten my faux loveliness
without a trace, you exhaled my breath amongst your skin
you cooked me steak for dinner.
Nov 28, 2013
Nov 28, 2013 at 12:34 AM UTC
i make my coffee
stronger each morning and hope
i can feel the same
Nov 22, 2013
Nov 22, 2013 at 9:54 PM UTC
I don't like ponds
I can't stand the distrust in koi,
Or the bitter mess of plants on the surface-
Sometimes leaves sink past its edge into the faded water.
Their resemblance of shakily build reasons
For people pursuing careers they don't like
laps like waves with every change in environment.
All the same
I don't like people.
I can never shake your sadness
and the delicate mess of hair daintily reaching past your shoulders - a fallen-apart fishtail braid.
why did you become a bus-driver when the world is full of waves
and every change in environment comes a new person entirely.
Nov 22, 2013
Nov 22, 2013 at 2:48 PM UTC