i've written sixty eight poems
on adderall in an hour and all of them
are living up and getting married
having kids and taking three week
vacations in the carribean
living fulfilled lives under no control
healthy, fruit dripping naturally
even when things go wrong
they sleep soundly.
i am distracted by how perfect they are
and admire them with jealousy
when i should be asleep
Mar 18, 2016
Mar 18, 2016 at 6:12 PM UTC
letting loose old chains
you and your wry laughter
defeated by the day old machines
of life and their constant clogging
time's hands tear into spring
nail first, peeling off the light constricting canopy
twisting barbwire off delicate skin
strangling you on a couch from hell
wake up to the smell of bourbon
and dead roses - *so pretty
your lashes creating the shadows
on your gaunt cheekbones,* and your name is Soul
Mar 7, 2016
Mar 7, 2016 at 11:57 PM UTC
when you're heart's free,
call me, let me know when
you let yourself off of chasing dreams
and pursue me for a bit
it'll be a lot better a reality settling with me
dancing to me even with frail gestures
proves more intimate than finding ourselves
wrapping legs together and getting naked;
just when you think you're sinking i'll let you know
your heart is still free to dance with me
Aug 9, 2015
Aug 9, 2015 at 7:47 PM UTC