how is it the world keeps spinning but nothing
in my world ever changes
how anything can happen
but nothing ever happens to me
Jan 21, 2018
Jan 21, 2018 at 7:11 PM UTC
they've cut off the branches i used to hang my
self on
stubs remain
wet and crumbling
and the ornaments lay scattered on the floor
my soul quivers and folds in
to the ground
every time i return any desperate regrowth
is cut back shorter
the stubs break piece by piece to the floor
and my trachea bends in a red-knotted bow
around the stump with the largest
bump on the end
out through my rib
cage around my throat wrapping
wrapping lethally around
my soul and my
heart and under
my chin
May 24, 2017
May 24, 2017 at 3:21 AM UTC
give me sleep
the waves have lapped over me
for years now
and the crashing has left me shivering
give me sleep
until the moon pardons these waters
for just a day
while we wait
just let me be null
give me sleep
so that when i wake again
my throat is clear and air flows freely
and my chest sways with the tide
instead of against it
until then
give me rest
give me rest so i may wake refreshed
to face the rising moon
without this salt water chest
Oct 17, 2016
Oct 17, 2016 at 5:09 PM UTC
i'll never write for you
after this day.
on this day
i dust you from my heart
declutter my rib cage
remove every careless remnant of you
that i kept as sentiment.
after this day
i'll redecorate my brain
with seedlings and lights
and your memory
on my mind's windowsill
will consume me no more.
Aug 16, 2016
Aug 16, 2016 at 8:16 AM UTC
i sit in the still air
that asks nothing of me
only useful because
my body deems it so
the air
not needy
like me
or accusatory
or insinuating my purpose
is to have a purpose
like me
my chemical body
so earthly
changes the air
elemental
powerful
like me
the air does not belong to me
and its purpose is not to serve me
the air understands me
and to be free
in tune with me
just be
is all it seeks
like me
Jul 28, 2016
Jul 28, 2016 at 6:44 PM UTC
this whole human race is crazy
I walk upon a ground that craves me
no one ever said that this world would please you
and no one sees you
it really isn't hard to please me
but the beginning or the end ain't easy
just a due to be paid to the ground that craves you
and no one saves you
Jul 21, 2016
Jul 21, 2016 at 8:13 PM UTC
Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,
So do our minutes hasten to their end;
Each changing place with that which goes before,
In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
Nativity once in the main of light,
Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crowned,
Crookèd eclipses ‘gainst his glory fight,
And Time that gave doth now his gift confound.
Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth,
And delves the parallels in beauty’s brow,
Feeds on the rarities of nature’s truth,
And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow.
And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand,
Praising thy worth despite his cruel hand.
Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 5:56 AM UTC
another bullet fired
another one killed
how am i supposed to react?
do i write a speech on gun control? do i condemn a gunman's actions i could never fathom?
should i think of the ones who won't live to see another day?
another gun loaded
another life scarred
let me write a Facebook post about the victim
let me take a deep breath and articulate my feelings
and wonder why a young woman who was living her dream have to die in front of her brother and fans
Jun 12, 2016
Jun 12, 2016 at 6:14 AM UTC
i'm in the sort of mood
where i feel i should be able
to write the most exquisitely torturous poetry
i'm in the space between my memories
in which i see the cracks in time
and the cracks in my future in
to which i could so easily slip
and
yet
i find here a barrier between my torn
and throbbing heart
and my brain
much like the opacity between my
last experience here and today
what words could possibly describe?
Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 5:31 PM UTC