floating in the water smoking a cigarette
she turns to the sky and asks
if she wants to stay a while
she says no and turns to black
sitting on the bench looking up at snow
she turns to the ground and asks
if she wants to stay a while
she says no and turns to green
weathering a crowd of fish
she turns to one and asks
if she wants to stay a while
they all answer no and disappear
Dec 18, 2013
Dec 18, 2013 at 8:54 PM UTC
my nerves peak at the height of airplanes
hands become imprinted with the mask of sweat
the disgusting feeling that you just want to rip off your skin and cast it into a trash bin
has now arrived again
is this my soul saying it is time to shed?
but I've worked so hard to grow the skin I'm in.
i fear that once reborn i will not posess
the qualities of being strong, poised, and compassionate
i fear i will wilt and drag myself out of bed with the newness whereas others may describe the feeling of being reborn as classic, refreshing
but I just see it as a waste
all of these bricks i have stacked will be demolished
and another start begins again.
Aug 27, 2013
Aug 27, 2013 at 5:56 PM UTC
this is not insomnia
this is something much worse
it is the one day in a blue moon where it hurts to sleep
sweat coats your skin and hair
you have a lot to do but you do not seem to care
a thirst that can never be quenched
an inclination to walk outside but the door is locked
the one breeze that brings you solace halts
the friends drift away without a sound
i am inevitably alone tonight
i will not make it until six o'clock
Jul 20, 2013
Jul 20, 2013 at 3:55 AM UTC
sharp daggers cut across my body,
ruthlessly with no relent,
although it leaves no mark.
body heat kicks into overdrive,
ripping me of the numbness that
everybody else suffers.
a cold blooded fish dives into shallow water
while humans around her surf
the icebox is her home and she knows it
it may be where she wants to die
Jul 11, 2013
Jul 11, 2013 at 4:18 AM UTC
they tell me to get out
see the world
make new friends
take some photos
but it is hard when it is
one in the morning
and you're stuck in slumber
and you can't stop crying
i feel too hard with movies and books
i continue to let things control me
people tell me to be positive
but i listen to the night only
Jul 8, 2013
Jul 8, 2013 at 1:10 AM UTC
once upon a time their words flooded his petals
and sparked a waterfall
cascading solely down
the stem that was his mind
had been picked
ripped, torn from the roots
cutting the circulation between his thoughts
just before it rushes over the edge
a human picks it up and carries it ashore,
putting him in a cup of tap water
without knowing the method was temporary
the deep sighs of time cut into his petals
like ravines and trenches
the stem has inevitably grown less immune to tear
but no one told the humans to be careful
do not let your landscape change you
you are a flower
you have fallen into ravines and waterfalls
and torrents of rain
and down steep hills
but you started stable
i know you did
and you will come full circle.
Jul 5, 2013
Jul 5, 2013 at 9:03 PM UTC
i am in an electric swimming pool
with the water dancing and bursting
into turquoise sparks of turmoil
although
it is nighttime, humid, hot
times like these i overthink
and minds like these go into overdrive
they dart around like tadpoles
in the shallow grass of the yard
except they are figments, fragments
of my anxietes and fears
one of them catches me staring
they are insidious
he attacks my nerves
leaving me defenseless against my fear
i am afraid i cannot sleep
for one of them will beckon me
they want me to accompany them
on their routes through the unseen world
i feel like dying so this is a gift
but i would rather die on my own terms
than be forced to by something that does not exist
Jul 3, 2013
Jul 3, 2013 at 1:35 AM UTC
rims of golden curls
hover above your head
while chesnut spaghetti strands
coat mine instead
underwater your eyes are crystalline
like a true blue green i've never seen
but mine fade from brown to black
never once emitting a gleam
your shirts smell like fabric softener and cigarettes
which i often smell outside
and everything we've ever done
crashes into my mind like a riptide
do you see what i see when i look at you?
Jun 27, 2013
Jun 27, 2013 at 9:40 PM UTC
eyelids encrusted in black
body bound by bags
everything worn was dark
a motif waiting to plunge apart
pining over a seventeen year old ******* addict
tediously torn by therapy
until the tears shed caused the blackness to die
to completely shed
begotten by the beauty of spring
but it is believed that you
were the true cause
of this baptism
that is what the girl says
Jun 27, 2013
Jun 27, 2013 at 9:33 PM UTC