The boy with the curly black hair from room 1402 zippered his dark puffer jacket as he pushed the door open. The air outside was chilly, the temperature flirting with the goosebumps on his neck. He ran his right hand through his curls as he walked with intention toward the intersection, looking both ways before crossing Spruce Street. Behind him glowed multicolored lights provided by the LED setup of his fellow neighbors on floor 14.
The Financial District was always calm at night, and that’s what he loved most about it. He smiled to himself as he roamed the streets, reminiscing on the promising outcomes of nights past. As he made his way toward Stone Street, he shed the skin of Zachary Taylor and slithered into Jackson Jones. Becoming Jackson was Zach’s favorite part of his nightly routine. Jackson had a winning smile and charming personality. He had money to throw away and designer clothes. Jackson didn’t have a mother in a mental institution or a father who had ended his own life. Jackson had two sisters and a brother, and they all vacationed in the South of France. Jackson had a Summer home in Florence and a Winter lodge in the Swiss Alps.
His mantra was interrupted by a blurry figure crossing his path. A beautiful girl with light brown hair and doe eyes glanced at him for a second before blushing and continuing on her way. This would be his prey for the night.
“Hey, my friends and I are going to Mad Dogs for a tower and some guacamole, want to join?”
This simple invitation always made women feel at ease and intrigued, instead of suspicious and threatened. Zachary knew that she would join him to eat, and after a few drinks he would look at his phone and tell her that his friends had cancelled, but that he was having such a good time with her and didn’t want the night to end. He would beckon her to come see the amazing view of the Brooklyn Bridge from his dorm room and she would happily oblige.
Walking into the front lobby of 1 Pace Plaza, Zachary nodded at the security guards who returned a smirk and a subtle shake of their heads. He lived for these small exchanges, these small stamps of reluctant approval from the men who went along with his routine every night.
Towards the beginning of his freshman year, they used to stop him and make him sign each guest in with a photo ID, but they grew to appreciate his craftiness and simply let him escort a new woman into the building every night.
The girl next to him gave a small wave to the security guards and a smile. Pete, the security guard who usually high fived Zachary as he walked the girls out of the building, had a peculiar look on his face. Zachary assumed it was due to the wave his date had given them. Usually the girls he brought in avoided eye contact with the guards and followed him to his room. This girl seemed different.
Tara, she had said her name was, lived “somewhere downtown” but hadn’t specified a location, and Zachary hadn’t pressed her. After all, he didn’t need to know where she lived, or even her last name. She was just his partner for this Thursday night, or rather, she was Jackson’s partner for the night.
He had told her that he was a New York native, which couldn’t have been further from his true upbringing in Miami. He couldn’t quite remember where she said she was from, but that didn’t bother him. It was always easier when there was no emotional attachment.
Tara walked confidently toward the elevators, and Zachary wondered if she had been to the building before. Maybe she was friends with a student, or had a previous rendezvous with another tenant of the dorm tower. Either way, he didn’t want to know.
The elevator was heavy with tension, and Zach wondered if the pressure would cause the doors to pop open while rising.
A ding signaled their arrival at the 14th floor, and Zach again morphed into Jackson, opening the door for Tara, ever the gentleman. Her eyes widened as she saw the glowing lights from the city below. “Wow, this view really is romantic. How did you say you got this room again?”
Zach shifted his weight between his feet. He caught himself and steadied his nerves.
“It’s my friend’s place, I’m just watching it for him while he’s gone.” Jackson answered coolly. She nodded, seeming satisfied with his answer. Zach chuckled internally at her admiration of the view, knowing she would never see the room again after this night.
Oct 15, 2021
Oct 15, 2021 at 3:01 PM UTC
Life is bleak without you
The days are dark and long and cold
I wish for the earth to swallow me whole
Because at least we’d be together in the afterlife
I miss you even when you’re across the room
We are not Romeo and Juliet
We are not Montague and Capulet
And yet there are mountains that drive us apart
Do you know that in my heart
There’s a special home, waiting for you
Put down your coat, kick off your shoes
Make yourself comfortable in my life
If misery loves company, then I’m its wife
My mind is an ocean split in two
And you are Moses, right in the middle
Commanding my every move
Sometimes the wind whispers your name to me
It’s so easy to feel lonely in this city
I am Sisyphus, pushing the weight of this heartbreak up a hill
Every step you take back into my life propels the rock back down the valley, until I put myself together again
The Gods are punishing me
Artists are not supposed to have a happy ending
They suffer, they’re tortured
A writer’s tears wield awards
The misery of their struggles
Bring praise from literary fans who adore, them and
I guess I should thank you
For the streams of tears
That will spin my writing into a river of gold
When my anxiety keeps my breath captive
I think about the way your hand caresses the steering wheel
And how you played with my hair when you thought I was sleeping
It’s miserable living life in memories of you
And I hate you for being so incomparable
That despite the interest I find in others
I’ll walk through life alone,
in search of mere reflections of you
Oct 15, 2021
Oct 15, 2021 at 2:54 PM UTC
you ask me to read you some of my poetry
now I've forgotten how to read, suddenly
maybe it's the need to have you impressed by me
or maybe it's just my insecurities
Sep 21, 2021
Sep 21, 2021 at 10:43 PM UTC
Hope held her pinky like a child
She wrapped herself in a blanket of dreams and denial
Falling deeper in her eternal slumber
Towards the land of make-believe
Feb 18, 2020
Feb 18, 2020 at 6:27 PM UTC
words are just rushing out of me
right now
all I can think to do is
share them with you
I'm still slightly confused on how
I'm able to form sentences with subjects
and pronouns and nouns
and all I write is wow
and even spaces too
you're driving me crazy
in case you didn't know
and right now it's just you
and me
and we're together
someway, somehow
loving happily
but this fairytale is absolute nonsense
this make-believe relationship too
because you will only ever see me
your best friend, but not how I see you
but oh, your brother
your sweet, cute brother
that hottie of a guy who you call brother
has been dropping hints lately
and surprisingly,
it's all about him
and, finally, for once,
not about you and me
there's a **** **** guy
with a heart, so true
he could solve all of my
problems- they revolve around you
and I could learn to love him
or maybe even sin
he could always be my first time
I've saved it long enough,
and Heaven knows he deserving of
my unequivocal love
so now's the time to make up your mind
if you consider it, I think you'll find
that we were always the match made to be
and I am more attracted to you than even Paul Wesley
but, bud, the time has come
either way, you've won
but will it be me who stands next to you?
or will it be her?
she's worthy enough of your love, sure
but not the one intended:
to make you happy every day
to grow old with you
to give you a new meaning of life
to be the one who you call wife
to share with you happiness and strife,
to fix your tie before work
and let you know when you're being a ****
to tell you how to live your life
with no regrets and memories
filled with laughter and love
no. she's not.
she may be the one who gets to greet you in school
in the hallways and I keep my cool
because only I know the truth:
someday, if you are not too much of an idiot to realize
that we could wake up at sunrise
together, that way it's supposed to be
and when you're stressed
walking through the door, too tired to undress
the one who will soothe and kiss you will be
me.
Jun 7, 2016
Jun 7, 2016 at 7:14 PM UTC
oui is the most beautiful word-
it reminds me of us.
we are a temple
sacred creatures looking for love.
but is it love we seek?
what about love has such a sweet serenity to it?
the word itself flirts
with danger and pain.
why do we wish for love?
love itself is so complicated.
do we seek to be loved
or to be able to love another?
I have felt this only one time
that has been as powerful as myths.
unknowingly, you have granted this to me,
this unhidden lust for love.
although we remain mostly platonic,
there is a fire underneath, itching to be released.
every touch is a burn,
and the heat rises with a simple hug.
our bodies fit together perfectly,
as if they were made for each other.
teasing, touching, needing, loving;
you are like a drug I just can't quit.
when my honored eyes
are blessed to be cast upon you,
your perfect imperfections
and angelic self,
"two blushing pilgrims ready stand,"
always eager for a kiss.
I wish I had a chance
just one kiss.
I could prove myself to you,
how no one has ever loved somebody the way I love you.
although you are not mine,
at least, not yet
I await the day
I get to look at you and think that I have come
home
May 31, 2016
May 31, 2016 at 8:51 PM UTC
unspeakable beauty,
the fairest to ever have been.
a plate in hand, then on the floor;
clawing at each other's heart,
like demonic angels.
he gives her a disappointed look,
with his dreamy, other-worldly eyes.
layers of love
slowly peeled away
by hatred.
a glass to the face,
his blood,
dripping down-
crimson,
over porcelain.
his hand lifts up to her face,
upon the cheek
of the one he loved;
who was killing him slowly.
angelic demon.
May 24, 2016
May 24, 2016 at 6:57 PM UTC
how can i contrast you to a winter's night?
the winter, which at night, fills me with fright.
the dark shadows among towering trees;
i slowly feel weak in my knees.
the fireplace is cackling,
to ignore it, i start babbling.
but you could never be ignored;
for when i'm with you, i can never even be bored.
if i should ever get cold, like the night outside,
you would warm me, side by side.
my heart soars at the sight of you, taking off like a bird;
yet birds know nothing of flirting- only you are swift with word.
a summer's day, you are not, for more beautiful you are;
instead to me, a winter's night- you are the glowing star.
May 24, 2016
May 24, 2016 at 6:48 PM UTC
don't ask me for a poem-
i have authoritative issues.
don't ask me to be quiet-
i'm in tears; i need tissues.
don't ask me to do it-
i'm not that kind of lady.
don't ask me to smile when you whistle-
to me, that's straight up shady.
don't ask me to be sorry-
if i do wrong, i might.
don't ask me to listen-
but get mad when i put up a fight.
don't ask me what's wrong
when you finally dull my light.
May 24, 2016
May 24, 2016 at 6:39 PM UTC
golden eyes.
honey sunshine smile.
espresso locks upon
chestnut waves
of warm beige hair.
almond skin tone
with a bit of sand.
ivory undertones
and porcelain hands.
nutmeg nose
and topaz ears.
rich caramel shoulders.
hazelnut arms.
caramel legs,
olive toes.
the rosiest of cheeks,
never as bright as
the perfect burgundy blushing lips;
they complete this:
unspeakable beauty.
k.m.c
May 24, 2016
May 24, 2016 at 6:31 PM UTC