Mornings sigh the remnants of nights spent dreaming
Faint whispers of a restless heart -- intoxicated, yearning
You are moonlight slipping through my fingers
Gone with the dawn but your promise of tomorrow lingers
May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 7:38 AM UTC
The secrets
I whispered
to the wind
have come
knocking
at my door.
Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 2:10 AM UTC
There are
bad things
that come
at night when
you’re all alone
and broken
and weak.
*Don’t
let
them
in.*
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 7:04 AM UTC
There are days when my happiness gets tangled up on a high tree like a kite that I tried to fly during bad weather without knowing the very basics of how to fly one in the first place.
Perhaps it was my mistake to let it go so carelessly.
Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 7:38 PM UTC
Sometimes I forget
these are demons in my room
sipping tea with me.
Mar 28, 2014
Mar 28, 2014 at 7:35 PM UTC
There was something to be said about her last Saturday at her best friend's wedding -- sitting on the bride's side wearing a little black dress, red lipstick, and sunglasses. All she needed was a hat and you'd think she was at a funeral.
There was something to be said about her last
Saturday at her best friend's wedding. "Congratulations!" she
yelled after the kiss as she pulled a pistol from her purse and shot a bullet through his heart.
There was something said about her last Sunday, at her best
friend's funeral. She was on the paper, Woman Arrested for Shooting a Man on His Wedding Day Committed Suicide. She stabbed her jugular with the pen she used to write a note that read "See you at our wedding!" addressed to his widow, dated Sunday.
Mar 27, 2014
Mar 27, 2014 at 7:02 PM UTC
There are days
when I fail
to remember
the little things
that you said
always mattered.
Mar 27, 2014
Mar 27, 2014 at 6:43 PM UTC
I counted the hours
and forgot about the days.
I sat and stared
at my cracked palms,
too dried out to bleed,
too calloused to feel.
Time, it seems, has worn us
down to statues
frozen in the heart
of this burning desert,
counting hours,
waiting for the rain
that never comes.
Mar 27, 2014
Mar 27, 2014 at 11:33 AM UTC
The horoscope says
We’re not meant to be that
Good friends is
All we ever could be
Apparently the air
Between us
Is highly conducive to
Failure in relationships
That romance
Between a Virgo and an Aquarius
Is as likely as getting a suntan
In the middle of *******
Winter.
Well, you know what?
Those astrologers
Can go ahead and kiss
My *** that you love so much
Because clearly they’ve got it
All ****** up
Like my hair after 8 PM
On Saturdays.
Why exactly does it matter
That I was born in August
A year after
You were born in January?
Is that why we don’t hold hands?
Is that why nobody knows
Including us
Exactly what the **** we are?
Is the planetary alignment
At the times of our birth
To blame for why
We could never
Have a proper date?
You see the reason
Why I’m all messed up is
Because I downloaded an app
And it told me that
It was being nice
When it said
We should just be friends.
And really
I shouldn’t care.
It’s just an app.
What does it matter?
And yes, it’s true
It doesn’t matter, still
I couldn’t help but wonder
If maybe
It’s not the only one
Who sees things
That way.
Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 10:54 PM UTC
There's no need for a rescue party.
Just as a sunken ship makes its home
On the bottom of the ocean,
I will make mine in a box
Under your bed.
Jun 30, 2013
Jun 30, 2013 at 9:55 AM UTC