I wish my body was painted
With all the stories of my life
All the joy and heartbreak
Sprawled across my skin.
I wish I could simply
Trace the lines of a scene
Instead of clawing at words
To pull these feelings from myself
Hoping someone could understand them.
I wish there were scars and stretch marks
And something to show for it
Instead of empty arms
And an empty belly
I wish I could have met you
To follow the curve of your face
With the tips of my fingers
To breathe you in
To kiss your tiny lips.
I wish I could show the world to you
And show you to the world, but
I have nothing left to show of you.
No scars, no stretch marks,
No watercolor scenes.
Just an emptiness in me.
Nov 6, 2018
Nov 6, 2018 at 5:07 AM UTC
For he loved her so,
He could not let her go;
Not from his sight,
Nor from his arms.
She had nestled herself in,
Grown roots into his ribs
And wrapped her essence
Around his heart
So tightly that without her,
Without the vines of her love,
His heart would fall away,
Lost from its cage forever.
Jun 21, 2015
Jun 21, 2015 at 3:11 AM UTC
I love the width of your shoulders,
The curve of your spine.
I have every inch of you memorized.
Your flawless imperfections.
Cast your shadow through the door
And come lay your weight down a while.
The world still turns
Even if it's not on your shoulders, love.
Aug 2, 2014
Aug 2, 2014 at 3:21 AM UTC
As if I had any words left to write,
Anything important left to say.
You stole all my thoughts
Still warm with breath
And made them your own.
You thief in the night,
You tongue twisting
Tale telling weaver
Of contorted views,
All your own.
I hope they see your side.
God knows you stole
All the right words
To build the scaffold
On which you stand.
Enjoy the breeze.
Watch your step.
It's a long drop.
Feb 23, 2013
Feb 23, 2013 at 12:43 AM UTC
Here we are again.
Lying on my side,
You running your nonexistant nails
Down the curves of my bare back.
"I can't tell what you're writing."
"I'm not writing, stupid.
I'm drawing."
And I lay there
Reveling for 10 minutes,
Not at the comfort of being touched,
But because it's your fingertips
Tracing your silly doddles
Across my bare skin.
I'm not sure how we got here.
From crab rangoons and redbull,
To sushi and back scratches;
From best friends to this,
This thing so out of touch
With any sensical title.
I'm too much of a ****
To even begin to act like I notice,
To show that I'm more aware than I seem.
Time for a new distraction.
"Meet Virginia" is on, time to tease you.
May 6, 2012
May 6, 2012 at 10:25 PM UTC
If I had to pick my poison
A crown on a pillow placed,
Would by far satisfy my taste
And bring with it a haze
To quell my blatant savagery,
That harsh and brazen reality
Of the razor wire surrounding me.
May 3, 2012
May 3, 2012 at 11:20 PM UTC
Here comes the day;
Opening the door into the rays of sun,
Meeting face to face the morning dew
And the fresh smell of wet grass.
I take a breath and hold it in
Willing it with everything to last
To give me strength to face this day.
Before the clouds roll in
And steal the show,
I brush the hair from my eyes
And soak up the sun a little more
To bask in its warmth
And allow it to bathe my face,
Dry any lasting tears from the evening before
When I last felt your cool embrace,
So different from these celestial arms.
The night and I were lovers once,
But doing as lovers often do
I found distraction in warmer places,
In smiling, well-lit faces in parks
Instead of local bars and ran
Before the shadows could give chase.
Tell me, is the grass greener
Just because the sun shines on it?
Doubtful.
I miss the cool evening air
That chilled my cheeks
And took my breath away.
And should my old lover call to me
I’d answer so gratefully with a sigh
As I’d lean into the shadows and
Let them hold me once more.
May 3, 2012
May 3, 2012 at 7:50 PM UTC
Victims, aren't we all?
In a world lost, dark,
Riddled with countless stars.
Give up a glance
Inside the twisted soul and
Never give yourself up
In this insanity spree, my dear.
Androgyny suits you.
Apr 11, 2012
Apr 11, 2012 at 4:58 PM UTC
Dear God,
These songs make me
Remember Everything
About all those
Careless Whispers
You spoke to me,
So Far Away.
Like you would
Never Think
To just
Let It Be
And let us go our
Separate Ways, Worlds Apart.
So, here I am, stuck in
The Space Between
Where all my
Grace is Gone.
I just don't know
Why I Love You
And all I can hear is
"Don't Stop Believin'."
It's just one
Bad Day
After another for this
Southern Girl.
Eventually I won't be
Tangled Up In You
Anymore. I'll just be one of those
Misguided Ghosts.
But until then, you can
Call Me
Anytime, and just
Maybe,
I won't need to find a
Gravedigger.
Feb 27, 2012
Feb 27, 2012 at 2:01 AM UTC
you know ...
They all say sight
Is the first to go
When youth gives way
To age and the young
Grow old and forget.
But look through the eyes
And hear it on the tongue
Of a child
And monsters are everywhere;
Behind every closet door,
Reaching from under every
Lengthy bed skirt
And laughing in every shadow.
A child
With eyes so new
And freshly forged in the fire
Can see them clearly
And know them well,
But the old
Whose eyes are rusting,
And whose fires have grown cold.
Lose sight and forget,
They forget their childhood,
They forget the nightmares,
And see only what the light can hold.
Feb 24, 2012
Feb 24, 2012 at 1:42 PM UTC