i asked you, a wordless thought with endless shape
you said yes, and my heart sang.
Sep 19, 2019
Sep 19, 2019 at 11:25 PM UTC
i took your eraser and rubbed the poem i wrote for you away.
it was near dawn when i wrote our "i love you" on both sides.
i still haven't given it back.
.
.
.
maybe next period.
Sep 16, 2019
Sep 16, 2019 at 11:42 PM UTC
sometimes these thoughts intrude my mind.
like a sudden drop of coffee from a swill of brown
slurring the words i've already compiled into blobs of ink.
though rarely any of them scratch the surface,
bleeding into the margins.
but they usually ooze into the bottom of the page,
since i lost count chiliads ago.
Sep 11, 2019
Sep 11, 2019 at 3:35 PM UTC
"partridge foot," she'd say, hiding her smile with a book.
"partridge foot," i'd say back, bringing a coffee cup to my grin.
Sep 9, 2019
Sep 9, 2019 at 3:47 PM UTC
the thought of you
reminds me of when we went walking to the library near the berry bushes
there was a sign
stood behind chain link
“i wonder what it says,” i said, pointing to its metal back
you didn’t regard the muse
and advanced forward,
back toward me
not unlike the sign that stood behind chain link
back toward me
Aug 31, 2019
Aug 31, 2019 at 11:09 PM UTC
i quite like it when the world stills
and i'm its only movement
but i like it most when i still
and nothing in the world stops to watch
Aug 29, 2019
Aug 29, 2019 at 11:11 PM UTC
it’s during the numbing hours of the day
where time lingers the longest
it’s the moments where you can’t quite ever
flee to certain solace
you’d stay some place, nor in or out
and cling to proverbial silence
but as you grasp, and stagger, and shake
you’ll never find it timeless
Aug 29, 2019
Aug 29, 2019 at 9:35 PM UTC