I am tired…
This morning
This afternoon
This night
This morning the wind was working hard and it just made me tired
hard blows that made the windows shake
Loud wisps against my ears
My hands with too many cracks
Could not withstand this force of air
So
It made me tired
This afternoon the wind pushed on
I tried to ignore it but it began to whistle
Louder and louder while the windows shook
So I whistled back
I let out all the air from my lungs
Hoping the wind understood the discomfort
It just made me tired
This night I don’t hear the wind
I don’t hear it’s whistles
I don’t hear anything
And it just made me tired
Dec 28, 2024
Dec 28, 2024 at 10:10 PM UTC
Where does it go?
Through the ***** skies
And dry soil
I’ve stayed your girl
Through the in betweens and screaming things
I’ve dusted past corner things
Where does it go
Who are you when I’m spirit
My boy in control
The vessel stranger bends timid
You’re potent
I’ve grown by your hand
Your fingertips
I live for this
Your pulse on my lips
My tongue traces the shadows of your chest
You’re mine
A message in my life
A famous scribble I’ve engraved in me
stay with me
Let’s live this love forever
Let me sculpt you in all your different forms
Keep me craving your thoughts
Lose me in your boxed arms
I’ll kiss your corners
I’ll stay your girl
Where does it go
Stuck to the words that we spoke
An energy With no control
I won’t let it go
But I wonder where it goes
Jun 6, 2021
Jun 6, 2021 at 4:03 AM UTC
If the sun and the moon could speak to one another
They would talk of how gently sand resides under moving water
They would speak of love inside endless souls
They would talk of history and art
And the spaces between air and trees
And maybe they will talk about you and me
Apr 8, 2014
Apr 8, 2014 at 5:22 AM UTC
I think you heard me today.
Through the glimpses of almost recognizable sounds of carefree mouths.
Through the lacking rhythm of raindrops that tap loud against the skin of your shoulders.
Or maybe just in her voice.
Though I’m not sure you have ears.
I think you heard me today.
I think you saw me today.
Through a heavy cloud of fragile sun flowers that tipped over almost too easily.
Through the falling of stars that burnt out too fast for you to catch your step to.
Or maybe just in the look in her eyes.
Though I’m not sure you have eyes.
I think you saw me today.
I think you felt me today.
When the leaves began to fall and stopped to kiss the silhouette of your hands.
When the cool of the wind decided to pause, and you saw the heat in your breath create a warm image.
Or maybe just being in her arms.
I’m not sure if you can feel .
But I think you felt me today.
I think you tasted me today.
When the mist of the waterfall fell accidentally on your tongue.
When the sweat from your head, rested on your lips,
and the saltiness reminded you of tears.
Or maybe just when her chlorine skin tasted a little bit bitter.
I’m not sure if you have a sense of taste,
but, I think you tasted me today.
I think you forgot me today.
Maybe in your adolescence.
Maybe in the places you felt were the best hiding spots.
Or maybe just in her presence.
Though I thought you had an unforgettable mind.
I think you forgot me today.
Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 2:33 AM UTC