my grief has moved on
to somebody else
but it feels like
the pile just grows
the tears are thicker
the smears are slicker
and it feels like
nobody knows
I sit each night
after they all go to bed
to hide the sorrow
that nobody shows
but I still cry all the time
in fear of forgot
in my heart
so full of these woes
Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 12:24 AM UTC
suddenly I'm able to see
everything. too much.
its all there. right
in front of me
everything is
elucidated
I just wish someone would
come back, and fog up these windows
I use for eyes and maybe
put back some of that
sweet mystery
into the world
I wish I was back in that
candy shop. When my only worriers
were the cavities that Dr. Patanaud
would discover
hiding in the dark crevices of
my mouth
But now, along with those cavities
in the deep and infinite caves
of my whole are secrets
that hurt more than cavities
that I wish my dentist could
fill. but he cannot
and so now, here
I am. with a
sore mouth. and sore
eyes. and sore
ears. sitting at the only
lit table in a romantically dark
room
Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 5:09 PM UTC
i've got a lump in my throat
that won't go away
and some tears in my eyes
that can't seem to sway
my hands won't stop trembling
as I sit here and sigh
from all the postcards stacked
by this window so high
but you haven't responded
so they haven't been sent
and so my anxiety
is all I have left
but these voices won't stop screaming
and this ceiling never ends
and this lump in my throat
keeps on doing big backbends
so please respond
before my landlord calls
telling me the neighbors
have been complaining
about these love letters
through the white drywall
May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 10:20 PM UTC
won't you pay
attention
just for me?
just this one time?
please, just let me see?
i've waited for you
for days
for years and
months and
minutes
but all that you
leave to show for yourself
are the days
and years and
months and minutes
that you stay away
but i need you here
for closure
or at least for a
goodbye
because
your face is
like a melody
that won't leave
my head
and all i want is
the music to stop
or at least to come
to a blissful
temporary
end
May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 10:10 PM UTC
are you still here?
if so,
why haven't you said anything?
it's been four years
six months
and eleven days
i talk to you,
you know?
every night.
do you hear me?
May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 8:15 PM UTC
sugar is how we got here
sprinkled on things
that were once plain
and thus made
so much sweeter
doused on the
painful qualms
of everyones stupid
life
poured on our
guilty pleasures
that keep us astray
from what we know
but sugar gives us cavities
rots our teeth
rots our soul
rots our world
May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 4:30 PM UTC
I watched you
as you walked down
that cool, grey
sidewalk
flaming lips
clung to your
cool, dark
skin
chewing your pencil
between your
slightly hereditary yellow
teeth
And that one
chipped tooth
that i gave you
when we were seven
I watched myself
put my cigarette down
because suddenly
I wanted to have lungs
I wanted to have lungs
so i could breathe
your sweet and pure
air
At that moment
you became the succulent poison apple
the 1000 calorie ice cream cone
the guilty pleasure
my saccharine escape
from this cancerous world
May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 4:24 PM UTC
i dream about
that girl
that girl
who can wear that
dress
and smoke
after school
she can let her
hair down
even on the hot days
and let it fall
and dance
on the small of her back
she breaths in
the lethal fumes
that don't even touch her
her porcelain skin
too taut to let the
poisons in
she sits and lets
the sun melt on her face
as she lays on the freshly
cut grass
the boys staring
and her not caring
i sit and stare
at that girl
who sits and stares
right back at me
through the smoke
of my infinite
dreams
May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 5:14 PM UTC
i sit there with
the cool wind
breezing against my face
while the summer sizzles
on my shoulders
your golden thigh
sticks to my skin
as we drive to the game
every god **** week
the boys
they sit in the back
and pack their lips
and talk **** about
the girls
the girls
who don't realize
that they're their easy targets
who skip around
in their short, tight
dresses
they talk about their waists
and the way they like to moan
every little imperfection
all avail have they shown
they think that it makes them buff
they think that it makes them cool
and i let them light their egos
and sometimes i chirp on too
but yet i sit and listen
and sometimes i think
they don't realize that i'm a girl
too
i don't know how i feel about that
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 4:57 PM UTC
you take my breath away
like that dense soccer ball
that was punted to my stomach
in the fourth grade
i like the way you tease me
and drag your cold fingers
across the small of my back
just to get the tingles
i like the way you touch
and pull at my shorts
and tear at my shirt
so that the holes expose my goosebumps
i like the way you play with my hair
and tug it when we
get ***** on the grass
just a little yank
and the perfect way you hunch
thats what gets me the most
because it makes you like no one else
it makes you taste like you
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 4:48 PM UTC