and if it feels like
you're seeing double and
living through a time-lapse
you are alive
if it feels like
you're on a train to
nowhere
getting wind caught in your hair,
oh, you're alive
and if it hurts, you'll be alright
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 9:36 PM UTC
tell me that my hair is darker than the night
and that you'd rake your fingers through it's black ink
tell me that you wouldn't change it for the world
that it contrasts my skin and it takes the color out of
dominoes
tell me that my brown eyes are fine and
they will never, not ever lose sight of you. tell me
that though they tremble and waver now that
i will catch glimpses of beautiful things, if not now
soon
May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 3:00 AM UTC
With meadow eyes come daisies and trouble.
Flowerbeds picked on and whimsiness doubled.
May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 10:18 PM UTC
last night;
our neighborhood was screams
of awe and fear
both were unfamiliar
silent impact
our moon was tilted on its side
it rattled and grew closer
monstrous and looming
larger
than
life.
our moon
stretched our tides until they snapped
coasts held hostage and cities blank
planes dropped like birds
plucked
away
from
our blue canvas.
it was a beacon of terror
man once set foot upon
neap tides now creep tides
a mother hen
gone
rogue.
May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 1:06 AM UTC
i'm gonna take a shot in the dark
i'm gonna guess this is the end of
what you could never start
heartbreaking
at the back of the line
it's that symmetry
that keeps your eyes on the prize
i'm gonna build you an arena
i'm gonna build you an arena
you were blood and thunder
you were like no other
i'm gonna take a shot in the dark side
you're up to what you don't know
but i know that you lie
we were the
fire
fire
fire
if you're not burning alive,
you can call me a liar
i'm gonna build you an arena
May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 7:12 PM UTC
i'm lost somewhere familar
looking at ashy knees in
bath suds with disdain
rose petals sprinkled away
have the loftiest abode
have the airiest dresses,
but i never had auburn tresses
like hers
i was charcoal in
comparison
one of the desert girls;
candles flickered the way
she'd bat her eyelashes
bringing hands to my eyes
i lie on the floor
and i lie to them more
a nightgown hangs the way
the pale moon
did
carpet kissing my bare feet
rosy knuckles grasping a storm
the lake foams over in it's wake
who saves you now
May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 7:03 PM UTC