Through the nights of pain
I’ll guide you into the light
Rest on this promise
Jul 7, 2013
Jul 7, 2013 at 10:46 AM UTC
Sitting on this wooden floor,
Suffering from depersonalization.
Glaring at the forbidden door,
Struggling with the mind’s creation.
It’s harder than you think,
Tuning out silent clamor.
Resting beside me it winks,
That ruthless, steel sledge-hammer.
He begs for me to make a move,
I’m pasted to the ground.
As long as I sit, he won’t approve,
And I will take the cowards crown.
I think for a long time
About my situation
Life is leaving me behind
I must move on, despite my frustration
A change in the air shifts understanding,
As clammy hands wrap around the handle.
Like boiling pasta calmly expanding,
Legs extend, and reunite with sandals.
I walk to the door with newfound sass,
With the hammer, no longer perplexed.
As I look upon it, it’s made of glass,
Guess what I did next.
Jul 7, 2013
Jul 7, 2013 at 10:45 AM UTC
A Solemn girl, in a red faded hoodie,
Sits outside the door of her classroom.
Crying by the hasty tapping of her foot,
Her head hangs low enough to kiss the ground
Her tongue as a net, fights to capture
Oxygen streaming the air.
But it descends a heavy weight
Into the core of her stomach,
Where the last of her exuberance
Awaits a dismal death of acidity.
Sentences habituate themselves
In the dark spaces between icy eyes.
Relentlessly reminding her ears of the reasons
Why she will never be like all the other
Fluffy cotton clouds
In the immeasurable crystal sky
Why she doesn’t gracefully float
With them, in packs of cloudy friendships.
What she cannot see,
Is the reason she cannot be a cloud,
Is because she is destined one day
To become the sun.
Jul 7, 2013
Jul 7, 2013 at 10:44 AM UTC
Smile when you can
To be sad consumes your time
Weakens your spirit
Jul 6, 2013
Jul 6, 2013 at 9:42 AM UTC
You are not visiting me
You are staring at murky terrain
Which underneath holds a hallow husk
Turn around in your five inch heels
Make your way back home
If you yearn for my presence
Look into the infinite whirlpool
Of indigos sapphires and celeste
Wave to a mass of white wisps
Remember that I’m always with you
I’m the squeak from your shoe on a rainy day
To instill everlasting confidence
I’m the splash from your cannonball in hot July
To inspire extraordinary inner youth
I’m the generous breeze that blows the same night
To remind you of compassion
I’m your one piece of hair that stays out of place
To show you that imperfection is angelic
I’m the excess of softness in your cotton jacket
To comfort you in dour times
Remember that I will always be your anchor
I will be the reason your Facebook goes blank
When there’s still schoolwork to be done
I will be the flat tire on your pink mini
During that dismal drunken night
I will be the espresso between
Those extensive college hours
I will be that dazzling glimmer
On the ring that he picks out
I will be the tear in your honey-cinnamon eyes
When you say your vows
I will be the one to whisper “grow”
In your unborn child’s ear
So don’t ever go back to that wretched place
You are not visiting me, you never will
From this moment, until
The end of your convivial journey,
I will be visiting you
Jul 6, 2013
Jul 6, 2013 at 9:41 AM UTC
Sorry, not sorry
That actually made me sick
How calm and poised you may show
Yet your words are filled with arsenic
I hope this makes you happy
You’ve finally made it to the top
****** jolted, and threw your friends
Until they ruptured like soda pop
But my dear there is one thing
One thing you should know
One of these days you will realize
Your inability to grow
Because there’s more than just a job
Or your smarts and good sense
There’s this tiny thing called character
It’s unexplainable, to someone so dense
So enjoy it while you can
Enjoy the “top” you've reached
Just don’t complain when people run
After all, no one cares for a leech
And thank you once again
For revealing your true attitude
Because all it did was remind me
To never trust a dog to watch your food.
Jul 6, 2013
Jul 6, 2013 at 9:40 AM UTC
Take your clothes off please
Drink my spirit like liquid
Show me how to love
Jul 5, 2013
Jul 5, 2013 at 9:55 AM UTC
If you let me
I will raise you higher
Than the unfathomable
Let me skate on your pastel skin
Fall in sync with the chromatic melody
That your flesh desperately sings
Coy as a windless night
You drifted into my life
Like the moaning current
Of the possessive sea
Just when I thought the echoes
Of loveless nights would never end
You moved like silk
Parallel to the blackening breeze
Stripped me of shame
Covered with a quilt of confidence
My torpedo stricken body
You lifted me up so high
That I forgot how stones felt
Underneath my calloused soles
And you still don’t know
You have not a clue
That I owe you everything
Jul 5, 2013
Jul 5, 2013 at 9:53 AM UTC
Tell me I’m pretty
Tell me my hair is as flawless as a
Newborn’s cheeks, soft as air,
That the color is a gifted blend
Of delightful giggles
Tell me my nose is a vision of loveliness,
Tell me when you look into my eyes, you
Are parasailing over elated bodies of water,
Say that the sound of my voice carries
You from your mind’s darkest places
Tell me I’m pretty
Tell me you love the crescent shape of
My lips, that you grow a second heart
When they call out your name,
Tell me how my savory neck locks
Perfectly into your milky grasp,
How you would run your hospitable
Fingers up and down like a gentle whisper
Tell me I’m pretty
Tell me your cupped palms are crowns for
My adored ******* say they fill
Your throat with heart shaped glass
And make your knees heavy with liquid love,
Tell me that my hands are a never ending
Fireplace, that my fingers are sweet
Marshmallows you dream of tasting
Tell me I’m pretty
Tell me that my stomach, as flat
As can be, drenches your lips with
Melodious thoughts, including my
Bellybutton, your sacred chocolate strawberry,
Tell me the bones in my hips doesn’t turn
You off, but ignites an explosion of confetti
Inside, when grazed by your sensual mouth
Tell me I’m pretty
That my thighs are illustrious thrones
For my bottom, which is nothing short
Of perfectly sculpted royalty,
Tell me when you look at them, you
See a million tiny balloons of iridescent colors,
Soaring towards a celestial vault of clouds, and
That not a chair in this universe deserves me
Tell me I’m pretty
That you can see my soul in
My calves and the luminosity with
Every stride I take,
Tell me my feet aren’t just holding
Me up, but you as well
Say you want to take each toe,
And sing them each a different
Song, as you trace the lines on their
Bottoms, like they’re maps
To my hidden secretes
I am bound by my own eagerness,
Chained with hopeless thoughts,
That one day, however long it takes
In this infinite universe, maybe,
You will finally tell me I’m pretty.
Jul 5, 2013
Jul 5, 2013 at 9:52 AM UTC
When you smile, I see love
I feel it when you move your chest.
Up and down, it entrances my own breathing.
Sends me into a world of bursting passion.
I remember the exact tone of your voice,
When you say my name every morning.
And I remember your coffee.
Red cup, two sips every 7 ½ minutes.
Sometimes I envision being that coffee,
I imagine sliding down your throat,
Soothing your organs until your sweet blood
Carries me to warm your heart.
When you laugh I see a city made of gold,
Or a patch of sunlight sneaking through closed blinds.
One day maybe we can take it to the next level.
One day, when you are no longer grading my papers
Jul 5, 2013
Jul 5, 2013 at 9:51 AM UTC