I tried to fly today
the sound of his voice, it made me think...
maybe this time, I'd grow wings.
metaphorically of course.
Well it didn't work
I'm not a bird
or even Superman, for Christ's sake.
Why did you tell me that one day I would
fly away, that I would be great,
when you knew it wasn't true.
I mean, look at you...
I bet you never even tried (to fly)
and why would you?
You are so comfortable here
complacent, sitting on the ground.
Walking and running is as fast as you'll ever go.
And all I want is to be untethered and free
as a bird.
Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 10:27 AM UTC
he felt sad today so i asked what i could do
he said just love me even if i'm ugly, sick and blue
and i said oh my darling
don't you know
all my poetry and hums are about you
Oct 16, 2013
Oct 16, 2013 at 10:08 PM UTC
I wrote a poem once
it reminded me of a scalding hot shower
that drives into my back.
Like when the water seeps under my shower cap
and I know it's not supposed to but I think it feels good.
When the drain clogs up and the ideas pool around my feet
I wonder if I should redraft like when i reshave my legs
because I missed a spot.
But life isn't a do-over and
I have razor burn.
And I'm afraid the glass will fog up and cover my face
and maybe I just wish the stupid timer would go off
and just turn out the lights.
Sep 21, 2013
Sep 21, 2013 at 12:15 AM UTC
and you might undo me
yes you might be my undoing
in the nights i don't know what to
you will
and can you not see that this could unravel me
that this could control or unlatch me
because you, you are unbound
Sep 20, 2013
Sep 20, 2013 at 10:25 PM UTC
and maybe one day we'll learn to be ok again
maybe one day we'll learn to live for love
we'll soar above our sadness
and remember that we are above
all of it
Jun 25, 2013
Jun 25, 2013 at 11:32 PM UTC
There's a bump on my ear
maybe this isn't going so well
it's where i pierced the skin
it's where i showed them i was gone
i was different
there's a bump on my ear and i'm not supposed to touch it
i'll infect it
i'm not supposed to touch it but
i rub it and mangle it and
maybe this isn't going so well
they keep asking what's wrong with it
"i guess you shouldn't have gotten it in the first place"
but it was supposed to be a blessing
it was supposed to be different
it was supposed to be my independence
i was supposed to be independent a long time ago
Jun 17, 2013
Jun 17, 2013 at 10:37 PM UTC
i remember feeling like i couldn't breathe
i remember not breathing
images with such clarity
every time. it's identical
a systematic breakdown of
your being...
did you know that time doesn't just stop for those moments?
the ones that make you think
you could die right now and be blissfully happy?
time stops for the moment when you wish
you were dead instead of the person they just put in the ground.
Jun 17, 2013
Jun 17, 2013 at 10:28 PM UTC