I sit with no room to properly
Extend my lungs to reap fresh air
So instead I **** oxygen from
A wasteland of a mind
Hoping my heart explodes
Into a balloon
Leaving behind
Blood-stained shadows of words
On the skin of what used to be the tallest tree
So no one can blame me
For writing poems.
Apr 22, 2019
Apr 22, 2019 at 8:05 PM UTC
Standing in your center of gravity
Brushing aside
wide, wistful, worrisome, wet
leaves of the forest
Life cuts into the
nightmarish amethyst of
the night,
stumbling into holes
falling, screeching
into the nanosecond of that space
Dappled waters ripple
Floating transparently
A melodious silence;
The gentle pull of breath
Jan 5, 2019
Jan 5, 2019 at 8:54 AM UTC
Brisk coldness infused in silent veins
Wild wind rolling in, merciless and elegant
Piercing through everything, laughing in its wake
Trudging through layers of crunching ice and firm snow
Burning the skin off your tongue for hot chocolate
The trees shed their leaves
To let in the sky
Jan 5, 2019
Jan 5, 2019 at 8:47 AM UTC
sun breaking through a stark-black sky
its rays are unconfined as it journeys through my window
I wipe the sleepiness from my eyes, but its warmth lingers
nothing ever stops, it only pauses
existing within the fabric of reality
but no longer changing it
Jan 4, 2019
Jan 4, 2019 at 12:49 PM UTC
the scent of a rose
the light of a sun
the glowing from a moon
the dust from a star
the tablecloth on your table
the tree's roots cutting into the earth
a world behind a window
the rain sounding from comfort
sea salt spraying coarse sand
an aesthetic
what a bore
Jan 3, 2019
Jan 3, 2019 at 11:05 AM UTC
bright red bubbles pop from underneath my feet
red as cherry trees that won't grow
can this be blood?
dirt from in between my toenails
i wash off Mother Nature's skin
a leaking coming from my eyes
that washes away dissatisfaction
can these be tears?
the sound of feet against the ground
solid and unloving
i slip
face down into the ground
can this be where life comes from?
an old lady plants flowers in her garden
can this be inspiration?
i am losing my train of thought
can this brain be me?
Jan 2, 2019
Jan 2, 2019 at 11:26 AM UTC
I turn to goo
Trapped inside my mind
Powered by empty thoughts
And nonexistent pain
The sun burns a hole
Into my cage
An untold promise
Jan 1, 2019
Jan 1, 2019 at 11:55 AM UTC
Those words form crowns upon my head
A sacred gift not to be mocked
Hovering above,
Pronouncing me dead!
If seen, the words crumble to the ground
In any region not to be found
If caught in mine eye they shudder
Teardrops shaking, ripping through clouds!
So I stand here in my place
Quivering in deserved disgrace
As words fall onto my head
Their auras create a solid ring around
Power resounding through time if controlled,
Otherwise playing the messenger
Their call solemn
Crushing me to death
So my only hope is when I fall
Words encircle a still heart
For then, a true crown ‘tis pronounced.
Jan 1, 2019
Jan 1, 2019 at 9:30 AM UTC
I
The snow is blank as
My apathetic manner
A seed thrusts out; new
II
Intense agony
Spreading and twisting in a
Worthless, weeping heart
III
The product amazes
Me; it's absolutely a
Lucid, pure nothing
IV
New Year's - a silent
Lullaby; empty promise
For the hopeful/less
V
Nothing ever came
From nothing; good trees do not
Sprout rotten, ugly fruit
Dec 31, 2018
Dec 31, 2018 at 10:02 AM UTC
I hate this town
The beige color hangs all over it
The sky is heavy and frigid
Not the kind of frigid that invigorates you
Not the kind of frigid that runs through you
Not the kind of frigid that buzzes around you and causes the hairs on your arms to rise
The kind of dull, heavy, good-for-nothing frigid that is like a wet blanket on you.
This town absorbs the inspiration from me
Like how the universe ***** all of our souls eventually
With cruel passion no longer how you fail to escape it
This is the town that grows on you
Like a parasite
Dec 31, 2018
Dec 31, 2018 at 9:22 AM UTC