I gawk
at the way your calloused hands
can graze my skin
scraping apart
what little sanity
I've got left--
pieces
of fabric-
ated thoughts
and memories
litter our feet like fallen
leaves in Autumn.
I laugh
at the way
you rock cliches silently
into omission,
cleaning the rest of the world
of originality
and three word stories
that play like music boxes
sprinkling magic
into my ears
like I was a child again.
I even dance
in rooms with that creaking wood
sound
we love,
easing into step
with our momentum
on heavy nights
of weary thoughts
that rattled our minds
tired,
breathing heavily and easily
all throughout
our little
drumming
and howls,
making songs from free
style instruments.
I think of how
I still hum myself to sleep
with our tempo
long after the music box
has stopped playing.
Apr 27, 2013
Apr 27, 2013 at 12:52 AM UTC
I chase the passionless feelings
full of delirious thoughts
and hopings
of a better anything something everything
to oil down my hinges
as my bones squeak
like rusty doors
held open too long,
to color me in lights
reading the scars I've learned to hide
beneath a smile
and fluttering eyes.
I run in circles loving and lusting
for a condition
wanting under all conditions,
seeing the falter of my thoughts
run
away from my grasp
and hold on
to nothing worth loving
and living lies
so grandeur,
envious when they feel no envy.
Not really sure what's come over me,
as my shadows wish to detach
and I stand there
waiting
for them to come haunt me--
They never do.
Apr 18, 2013
Apr 18, 2013 at 10:48 PM UTC
First she will run her fingers through your hair
and poetry
will spill out of her mouth
full of cliches that are not quite verbatim.
Then she will wear her favorite smile that knows how to destroy you,
just like you knew she would,
and with every spear you reluctantly hand her,
she will use them,
plunging them
in and out
in and out
from between your ribs
catching pieces of your heart
with it,
and your gut may tell you
to leave
but you won't.
Next, you will take those spears
and you will do as she did--
plunging them
in and out
in and out
of yourself
until you feel nothing
but a numbing in your
conscience
and you think of nothing
but doing it again
and again
until one day your veins
will thirst
for some warmth again
and you will have to get up then
and you will have to leave at that instant.
You will have to rid her
from your past
and you must never look back
at her.
You cannot remember her.
Apr 17, 2013
Apr 17, 2013 at 6:42 PM UTC
When you laugh
I can't help but imagine
flower painted groves
caressed along your skin
and collarbones heaving
petals off
dancing
a prancing dance
their whole way down--
*he loves me
he loves me not*--
and your voice when you are
trying to catch your breath
afterwards
reminds me
of falling rain
showering above my rooftop
in a pitter patter
ease
of a night spent in chaos
then calamity,
your eyes
breathing me in
in
in--
*don't let me out
before morning.*
Apr 13, 2013
Apr 13, 2013 at 10:46 PM UTC
You smell of apricots,
and you taste
of sweet butterscotch
drops,
feeling
sticky everywhere in between—
full of songs
that make me crank
up the volume
just to feel it a bit
louder
and more—
and your eyes always draw hands
that never fail to pull me
in further
through you.
Apr 12, 2013
Apr 12, 2013 at 11:07 PM UTC
I don’t know if it crawls beneath your skin
like it does mine,
the way it dances
sometimes
in a sway
of monotonous
whispering
ballads,
and it does ballet
like no other,
applaud for its adornment
afterwards
I don’t know if it looks in the mirror
and smiles
that smile
that just doesn’t let you destroy it,
beautiful
beautiful
thing
it
is
I don’t know if you believe it
like I believe it
when it promises
to stay just
a little bit longer
Apr 12, 2013
Apr 12, 2013 at 11:04 PM UTC
Remind me to plant infernos
inside your skin,
to watch them grow
and have me hold
you
with kisses
love crumbs
terrain,
to rain on you with
tides
and put you back out
and tickle
you along your spine
when the feels
feel too much
and tell me every now and then
to explore the secrets
you keep in the loudest
corners
of your mind,
colors so deep
and rich
in unaccepted exuberance
exploding exploding
fiery thoughts
and sad thoughts
and mad thoughts
Remind me to be with you
when you need me to
because I'm sorry
I don't always know who
I am when I'm with you.
Apr 12, 2013
Apr 12, 2013 at 10:48 PM UTC