sand falls around my ears, sprinkled over my shoulders
an impression left as i stand
walking away from the water
walking away from the rest of the day
there are so many things to walk away from, and some days they surround me
but today they are scattered across the lake, stranded in the small waves
and i can turn my back on the shore
it's almost like they've disappeared, at least for tonight
Aug 6, 2017
Aug 6, 2017 at 6:54 PM UTC
i didn't wear my hat, i know
i should have, but i felt rebellious
in some small way, i tried to cheat the day
and paid in tingling pain, sharp aching corners
and a strange sense of pride in my bones warmed me
until just the tips of my ears were left white, dead
yes, dead
but i felt alive
to be in danger and know it, to press on against the cold
to push forward into the wind, though before you is only white
to turn blindly into the storm, to accept the blizzard's strength
to guess what lies ahead in fear and still take the risk
this, to me
is courage
maybe i'm just talking about frostbite like some romantic wound
or maybe we're in danger, you and i
pressing on into the storm despite numbing fingers
smiles frozen, eyes watery
maybe we'll get frostbite in our hearts
but i think it's worth the risk
Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 11:49 PM UTC
i step out
and the rain greets me like a blessing
bestowed by some great silence
i speak to each sunday
and i take this as an answer
because why the hell not
i am suddenly sure i have left something behind
but no, my bag is there
notebooks tucked under my arm
ipod clutched in one hand
phone safe inside my jacket
consorting with my keys
(proof I've got somewhere to go)
travel mug empty, wallet full
of receipts and loyalty cards
finally, pricked by the bent arm of a button
i give up, knowing it's all in my head
and i have everything i need to survive today
still, i feel like something's missing
my right hand clings to my scarf
fingers tight, knuckles white
as if to say
"give me something to hold onto"
and the rain that stings my face reminds me
i have everything i need to survive today
except you
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 1:24 AM UTC
she is no longer human
writhing, shouting, feeling
human
past
i look at her and i see paint
windswept hair sticking to muddied lips
flushed cheeks over pale skin
gilded lids
blink
she is canvas
heavy and sagging
brushstrokes
this way and that
covered
i listen to her and i hear nothing
swirling silence
surrounding stereo sound
breathing into doubting ears
hidden
she is no longer awake
swimming, sighing
through cold water
rough, splintered waves of memory
slap her briefly
before the current pulls her under again
and the rocks onshore call out
faintly
to her floating body
as she lies beneath a blue sky
and lets the water move her downstream
life waves weakly from the bridge
ignored
the mirror tells me i am human
unpainted
loud and awake
but she recognizes the lies
she has learned
to ignore them
Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 8:34 PM UTC
shy stutter of a thought
scurrying across rough rock and diving
headfirst into cold white water
so as not to be heard, unlike
the wilted sigh from pinched lips
that draws eye contact then breaks it
like waves upon those stones
syllables soft and jumping
through valleys, over jagged mountains
just to reach ears clouded
with assumptions and a failing effort
to tune it all out
skinny fingers gripping a skull
through wild, upset hair
hands coming to rest uneasily
within each other, still shaking from the strain
or maybe it's the cold that cuts edges
into my shoulders, ties the laces tighter across my back
pinching me into place as i twist inside
looking away a thousand times, and trying
but i cannot unwind, i cannot open myself
to you
Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 1:11 AM UTC
i wrote this for you
because i knew you'd never read it
fear rules my words, rules every breath
as i walk, head down, avoiding the rain
that seeps into my hair as if to tell me
i can't escape
i will always have these cracks, these splits
that let the rain and sunshine in
and lately, they've been letting in
too much water
maybe i'm drowning
in the river we dipped our feet in
in the rain that divided our differences
and washed them down the street
the first day i held your hand
but differences are tougher than us, i guess
because they've still found the strength to shade the sky
with charcoal grey and light blue worry
that keeps me up at night
even now that they've finally done their damage
i wrote this for you
just as i always did, honest and rough
because i knew i couldn't say the words out loud
i wish i had, though
because there's not much poetry can do
to fix this now
Oct 31, 2014
Oct 31, 2014 at 5:44 PM UTC
cheap wine tides me over
as i go against the grain, walk along the side
of the train tracks
and wish i was brave enough
to stride down the middle
wish i was brave enough to admit out loud
that i’d love to just stand there
embrace the black coal smoke with open arms
breathe it in
and never exhale again
and i don’t mean that in a suicidal way
(i swear)
i just mean the thought crosses my mind
too often not to mean something
there’s probably a word for this feeling
but i’ve got nobody to tell it to
Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 11:53 AM UTC
i guess i’m no longer unbreakable
i think this to myself as i look down
at the cracks spreading slowly across my chest
like dangerous veins in the wrong place
as my heart beats out of time
and my breath catches on the words
that try to explain the reason
i cannot speak
i guess i’m no longer hidden
i say this to myself as i step out
from behind a wall of warmth
and winter creeps over my skin once again
just like last year, only this time
it’s actually cold
last winter, i welcomed the cold
as an excuse to disappear into the folds
of a jacket enclosing arms that shut out the snow
like bulletproof glass and denial
i guess i’m no longer bulletproof
because i’m freezing cold, shivering
even under autumn trees and blue skies
i stand, knowing that sooner or later
the snow will swallow me, taking me down
into a real winter this time
with only myself to blame, only myself
to keep me warm
i guess i’ll just have to get used to it
Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 11:07 PM UTC
inside, i asked you to speak your mind
and got no answer
as expected, really
since the you that sits at the back of my brain
is usually silent
and i asked you to tell me with your hands
what you think of me
push me, pinch me
drag your nails along my self-esteem
and leave me marks to be proud of, give me war paint
give me scars
do what you will to my body, take what you want
from my words
just leave my mind alone, leave it
to process this all later
after the blood has dried
and the room is empty
and i begin to feel full again
i wanted you to tell me, but by accident
that your mind is just like mine
and i don't need to worry
that when you open my body up
my mind will unfold with it
and you won't like what you see
and so i distract you from my thoughts
with the disposable skin that protects them
from you
Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 12:37 AM UTC
what was the weather like when you were born?
your smile displays sunshine, but your eyes
betray clouds, and i know
that day could have foretold the way
the sun shines through the frozen clouds
every time you smile at me
and i guess i'm just hoping
that the sun broke through the sky in the same way
when you arrived in this world
because that would mean we're more
than just temporary weather
Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 11:14 PM UTC