I'm terrified
of what's inside me
more than real
monsters
Oct 24, 2015
Oct 24, 2015 at 11:28 AM UTC
She
took my hand
delicate as mist
began tracing her tender finger
down
the tapestry of interwoven veins
dancing along
as if each step was her
stage
stopping
every now and then
for blissful warmth and rest
she stood at my nerves
my arms tingling as she gathered electrons like
fireflies.
i
wanted her to take herself completely in
lady luck or cupid smiling down as she did.
heart
beats rapidly as she approaches
the walls
I understand, she whispers delicately
Touch
walls crashing down like crumpling paper
she laid on a crimson cloud buried amongst dusty shards
she starts to clean and sweep away broken
fragments.
satisfied
she asked if it would be okay
if she stayed awhile
wholeheatedly I said
yes
her new morning smile never wavering
years began passing like a dream wanting to be kept in a snow globe
though she lacked the strength to
stay
She made me whole
again
and I wish I could do the
same
May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 11:19 PM UTC
see the vacant echoes from the throats of those before us
that is I
envision the spirits wandering through the filaments of broken bones
that is I
listen to the whispers of mistaken secrets shared between distant lovers
that is I
hear the thunder, the sighs of a coral reef, laughing on the wind
that is I
feel the stone and its roots that bind us together
that is I
grasp the ripped parchment of deceased ideas
that is I
smell the tincture of blood, sweat, and tears
that is I
inhale every molecule of vivacious flowers made of sweet nothings
that is I
taste the salt of the sea on a pallete of rice, seaweed, and fish
that is I
crumble the words I have written and swish them in your mouth
that is I
I am something made through nothing
that is all
Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 4:21 PM UTC
em dnatsrednu uoy dlouW
?sdrawkcab saw I fi
?em piks uoy dluow rO
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 11:37 AM UTC
tropical breeze waves washed upon a
soothsayer sand beach whispering love poems between each sigh
seagull clouds baying from above
lustrous sunshine massaging with temperate beams
beneath the waves, turtles twist in tubular turnabouts
bright coral and jaded fish teem in the reef
shimmering sunshine shining through waves
casting shadows and light amongst an oceanic spectrum
we flit through the ocean as foreigners and locals
tiny air bubbles pressing from our lips
unlike the denizens filtering through the reef
we press up to the surface and break through for breath
exiting the ocean of life, we wash upon the shore
driftboards sewn together in matrimony
our clam shelled hands interwoven in the fabric of our souls
sand pressed between to make a glistening pearl
i sit up while you lay down on our thin towels
falling asleep with an upward curve on your lips
i trace my finger down your back like pencil to paper
drawing each crevice, perfection, and blemish
on the landscape of your body
a faint breeze ghosts through the swaying palm trees
dolphins nonchalantly diving through the air and ocean
***** scuttling along the precipice of the sea and sand
waves washing the crooked edges of stones
amongst this equilibrium we are infinite
soaking up this portrait life like a sea sponge
in these moments we are infinite
moments we imagined we had
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 3:49 PM UTC
I cooked breakfast
for an empty chair and I
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 3:45 PM UTC
Burn the ***** she exclaimed
standing atop the flaming pyre
Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 10:10 PM UTC
I battle depression like the sun disappears every evening
I'm no different from the norm
I hang with friends, cut time with homework
Sleep, eat, and act normally enough for none to question
Except inside where the sun won't shine
Depression tangles with me in spurts and spouts
Some days it's like a murky mouse in my brain
scratching silently for a way out
like ticking of a clock, barely heard at all
Other days I'm an unsuspecting deer
munching contently on today's grass
stalked by a tiger shaded in charcoal, fangs ready
to pounce and sink his teeth into my life
Sometimes depression is Goliath
And I'm David with a wet noodle
Yet the will to win lackluster
His punches drive my breath away like steam leaving a train
Look in the mirror and repeat
Depression won't win
Depression won't.... win
Depression... won't... win...
but sometimes I just want to
go with the flow
open up the floodgates within my soul
let it sweep me up in the river to somewhere better
where I don't have to worry about my social standing
where a D on a test won't make me question if I am worth it
where I can live without fear of strange doctors and pills
where being me is good enough
And I'm no theater actor asking for the spotlight
depression takes that away
because how can you know sunshine
when all it does is rain?
Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 10:23 AM UTC
Cotton Ball Clouds
Coursing through the sky like fish in a stream
Springtime fields of poppy
swaying to the earth's omnipresent music
Dad and daughter laughing and playing
he lifts her up so she can fly
as they enjoy their picnic of fun
Brothers flying flags of azure and gold
passing old stories and a glinting flask
teasing and reminiscing
the grizzled fisherman wading in the river
rubbing his lucky blue hat
thoughts of cooking fish with his wife on his mind
lovers embraced in a circlet of poppy
eyes closed imagining, planning out the
future with a house, a baby
MIGs tear across the sky
decimating the clouds
erupting the land below in fire
Soldiers stomping on poppies
Bullets screaming
From the mouths of their trigger happy fingers
Poppy petals pooling in blood
The dad clutching the still hand of his little girl
Knives rising and falling, cutting up lives
The cut free kites flying towards the heavens
Blood is thicker than water
As it flows with a bobbing blue hat
Fists locked in combat
like the frayed ends of the clasped lover's hands
A mother making dinner for her
Husband and daughter to come cheerfully home to
Click
A mother and father kitting and reading the newspaper
waiting for their boys to barge through the front doors
Click
A recently widowed wife watching the news
realizing her husband was fishing in the area of the battle
Click
A love never fulfilled
destroyed by the fires of war
Click
I no longer want
to be in a world that chooses war over love
Click
Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 10:39 PM UTC