blue house
brown house
tan house
brown house
blue house
brown house
brown house
brown house
backyard inside the fence
rocks inside of rivets
dead grass and
rocks inside rivets
rocks inside rivets
bridge over tracks
bridge over trails
bridge over the river
bridge over rails
parking lot
parking lot
parking lot
parking lot
high school called
a dead man’s name
circle
avenue
court
lane
Apr 13, 2021
Apr 13, 2021 at 9:33 PM UTC
yellow stained fingers
i wanted to paint myself
a happy picture
splatter the cheap canvas
with a bit of acrylic sunshine
layer it on in heaps
i’ve never believed in
the moderation of joy
finger print smudges in gobs
of goldenrod and daffodil
couldn’t find the patience to wait
for abundance to settle in
footprint on the rug
i never watch where i’m going
stepped right on it
call it artistic liberty
it probably means something
when i figure it out
i’ll call it a sign
maybe next time i’ll know better
than to let it dry
on the living room floor
probably not though
anyway, i never minded
the messes we make
when we’re too busy living
to clean up after ourselves
Mar 21, 2021
Mar 21, 2021 at 5:13 PM UTC
looked at you for too long
and then i realized
you are human, too
fallible
uncertain
flawed
piously pined for
palatial splendor i
placed in my dreams of you,
imperfect you
and it's no ones fault
a figure headed facade
fabricated by figments
of my frivolous imagination
put you on a pedestal
made you divine
made you holy
you, the ceiling
high above my head
and i, looking up
in the sistine chapel
untouchable
untarnished
couldn't see the cracks
beneath the varnish
then, close enough to study
a faint fresco with critical eyes
fantasy faded in the fault lines
of your frowning face
looked for too long
until i realized
you were just as broken as me
a collection of shattered pieces
shrouded and shy
once a shrine
now a shriek
wide eyes on you
a sinner, still
i called you sacred
ignoring the nature of
the irreverent, the profane
liked the luster
of longing lingering
on my lips
when i breathed your name
the veil torn
the truth beheld
and you are not god
gambling grief and
gleaming gloom
thought i could be
the sun to your moon
majesty to malignancy
momentarily merciful
moreover cruel
monstrous mr monsoon
after all, human, too
Jan 19, 2021
Jan 19, 2021 at 8:43 PM UTC
i could pull the sheets
up and over my head
i could shut out the day
and hide from the light
but i can't escape the fear
i hold tight within my chest
will i always be running
in search of something better
wondering if i mistakenly
fled the best?
Jan 2, 2021
Jan 2, 2021 at 2:39 PM UTC
why is it
when the sky is dark, heavy
holding onto every ounce
of moisture it can
just before its fingers
are too exhausted to hold on anymore
when the air is thick, dense
with the weight of the world
resting itself on our chests
and burdening our shoulders
underneath its pressure
that I feel lighter?
my head feels clear
and everything inside of me
which once seemed a mystery
is suddenly unveiled
in a beautiful, crystalline way
perhaps it’s because
when I look inward
at my own atmosphere
I see the fog
I see the clouds
a constant waiting game
to open the floodgates
that reside under my eyelashes
and cleanse my core
of all the things
weighing me down
Dec 29, 2020
Dec 29, 2020 at 2:14 PM UTC
isn’t it liberating to know
despite the storm blowing
around in your brain
there is a whole wide world
that will keep the pace
without ever stopping
to consider your storm
time keeps running
the earth still spins
and the rest of the world moves on.
there is hope in that for you, too.
Dec 29, 2020
Dec 29, 2020 at 2:08 PM UTC
and i guess i learned
the hard way that
chasing you is like
chasing the sunset
i am running towards you
but when i reach out to
hold you in my hand
fingertips grasp at empty air
a master of disguise
appearing so close, but you were
distant, off in the distance giving
the horizon line goodnight kisses
you belong to the wind
the light, the sky, the stars
you belong to everything,
but you do not belong to me.
Dec 29, 2020
Dec 29, 2020 at 1:45 PM UTC
woman
you are more than
every "no"
every interruption
every door that's ever been slammed
in your hopeful & determined face
you are more than
arbitrary numbers on clothing tags
the weight of your muscle and bone
and counting calories until
food becomes a source of shame
rather than a source of energy
you are more than
disney princess button noses
anti-aging creams before bed
and covering every single spot
that made its way to your face
by way of sun or oil
you are more than
changing who you are to make others happy
waiting up for a message that never comes
and all of the excuses made by men
who don't know how
to keep their hands to themselves
you are more than
all of the things this world
throws back in your face
when you give it your all
and get nothing in return
while a man gives nothing
and the world falls at his feet
woman
you are not bossy
you are too emotional
you are not less than
you are qualified
you are compassionate
you are strong
and you are enough
no matter what this world
built on the ideals of men
tricks you into believing
you deserve a spot at the table
you deserve to shatter the ceiling
you deserve to break down doors
and pave new roads
they will shout down at you
from powerful pedestals and say
you can't
but woman,
you can.
and you will.
Dec 29, 2020
Dec 29, 2020 at 1:39 PM UTC
so the dancing dust bunnies gleam
in the soft light of the noontime sunshine
as it smiles down on me through
smudged second-story windows
bringing with it a reminder that even
the most ordinary everyday moments
can sparkle like stars in the midnight sky
Dec 29, 2020
Dec 29, 2020 at 1:37 PM UTC
i have built walls
inside of my chest
a hopeless romantic
with a fear of falling
but i've slipped before
only if ever by accident
and i've plunged
over the edge
freefalling
seemingly suspended
in time and space
enjoying the view
too much to brace
myself for the impact
believing that maybe,
just maybe, this time
i have miraculously
discovered the vortex
that maybe this time
it will be enough
maybe this time
i can fall forever
Dec 29, 2020
Dec 29, 2020 at 1:32 PM UTC