beware when you fall in love
with an artist
be it a painter, a singer, or poet
for the artist will
paint you
with strokes and hues
in shapes of every kind
sing about you
with heartbreak lyrics
and feelings which rhyme
write about you
with the simplest words
and a secret message she wants to say
beware of the artist,
and her love
one wrong move
and you're an artwork in her display
May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 11:33 PM UTC
A writer lives two lives
One on earth
And the other on pages
May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 11:10 PM UTC
but not alone again.
alone when?
whenever I chose.
I maintained the prose
of lonely men.
I threw my woes at
selfish friends
but oh, to hold
that bad blood in.
outside, pretend,
then inside, again?
insufferable
immense
inner turmoil commence
post-armageddon I make
inner amends
what floods I've ridden
what waters I spin
what swirling singularity
like a drain
pulls me in?
I swim now
in oceans
much larger than those
the blows I have known
have softened the glow
I sit in repose
the universe knows
everything -
it's slowly spinning as we
quietly sing
and I conjure the means
to re-see everything.
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 11:48 PM UTC
twenty something
It's funny how years and years go by
in a place
where pain once burrowed
so intently
at that time
when it had nothing else to do
but torture my limbs
and make heavy my knees
i remember hating my feet
for weeks I didn't speak
defeat
that swelled my eyes
I was a baby
and you were mine
and I chased you
like a dog
I was always a dog
I followed you to the end of your smile
and kissed it so many times
more than I'd ever kissed anyone
still to this day
I praise you
much differently than then
of course
we are both women now
we still share the same friends
but you're never around when I'm with them
I get this, it's different
and I don't even mean to think about it
I just remember growing
and you were always around
and I always chased you
I think I still chase you
and I know i'm still growing
I've just always needed to say thank you for that
May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 11:10 PM UTC
my first love letter
my first gin and tonic
you planted passion in me
you were older
and I was under
& you didn't live in Texas
and I wonder sometimes
about you
and if when I was
16 that any of my
w i s h e s
for you would ever come true
and they didn't
but I always got you
you were always mine
you are my never-ending story
and I will forever
g l o r i f y you in my mind
because everything I know
about anything that I show up with
was influenced by you
you taught me how to write
you are a painting on the walls of
my chest
in lipstick
i always wanted to smear your lipstick
and fall asleep tangled in your legs
and I never knew what any of that meant
and when I did, I associated it with you
I think I still do
I am older now and I can sift through that
quickly and speak to you better
& now this chest is so comfortable where I keep you
even though I never grew out of wanting to
I guess I'll never stop loving you
and I'm grateful for that
because I've loved you for 11 years
and this love has taught me more than
anyone who i've wasted my senses on
May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 11:09 PM UTC
She loses him every night.
He kisses her good-
Night and walks out into
-Then out of- the streetlight
And into the Out, and
She knows
It's to
Write.
May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 3:02 PM UTC
I try to take a walk, I try to close
My eyes; I try to leave behind
The things I see as lies; the ones
You see with daily eyes, but I give up;
It's just so ******* beautiful.
I try to get as drunk as Man can get,
I dream of drugs to throw my soul as
Far away from all of it and name it
**** but it's just too *******
Beautiful.
I try to burn the discs and files with
All the knowledge my father has
Collected of our history, but **** it
Means too much to me, and it's just
So ******* beautiful.
Last week we found a paper at the
Site, from '93 and who'd believe
The thickness and the price of
Mobiles that were barely that,
Back then. I try to
Feel ashamed when my girl's youth
Is my lack thereof
But we laugh together and that just
Makes it 'nice and old' and just so
**** beautiful.
I only barely saw the seventies; the
Tiniest pants I ever wore were
Bell-bottoms.
They were so
*******
Beautiful.
May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 3:02 PM UTC
And she said…
I luv you,
?
Where’s the
O-v-e-
R
we truly
Over?
Or just yet
To begin?
Well, *** u
It’s convenient
To shorten words
To speed the converse
But love
Should be handled
With delicacy
You’re lack of concern
Brought
“I luv u 2”
In return
You’re more mathematical
Than poetical
And I accept our difference
But your indifference
Once I brought it
To your attention
Is well worth
The *** you” aforementioned
May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 2:25 AM UTC
They say the grass isn’t greener on the other side
but it has been raining for 3 months straight and
it looks dew blessed to me
sometimes staring at you through windowpane hurts
like there is something in the way the glass glares
in this seemingly ever beating sun
one day you will leave me,
this I know already.
I am already preparing myself for the inevitable to happen.
Hurts my soul and sets my organs on a slow burning roast
acid washing my heart and
pinpricks in my jugular
I try to see you in the darkness
in the light
in the way your brow crunches when you think
in the scar on your dimple.
I tell myself you do not love me like I love you,
regardless of if that is true.
May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 2:21 AM UTC
I have sharpened my teeth ready to rip and tear
like soldiers and their swords
I am listening to the sound of the rain on the roof
while you fold your clothes to sad song about madness and memories and it is quiet in the house with the same kind of finality of
a lock clicking of
a door slamming of
a finished book
like a knife slicing through a teen on a Chicago city street at 1 am
no streetlights
no police
no gunshots
just this skin
this blood on asphalt
on sidewalk
on boy
on knife
just blood on the roof of this house like a warning
something wicked resides here do not come near
something that says dangerdangerdangerdanger
Never look back.
Never look here again,
there is something about you that keeps me coming back for more
like you are selling crack ******* on the street corners and
I am an addict panhandling
I know you will leave me when I am hopelessly in love
I know I will not be able to breathe without you.
Without the weight of your body and breath on mine
you will leave me peeled and gutted, spineless.
Every dream crushed like a body thrown from the 40th floor.
You will leave me like tsunamis leave islands,
like hurricanes leave cities,
like tornadoes leave houses
utterly destroyed from the core out,
and you?
You will leave like a bird from a nest.
Weightless.
May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 2:21 AM UTC