Someday, I will hear your name without the swell of my heart,
see your face as if it were a stranger's;
but not today, not now.
Today I sidled up amongst the trees, my ear to the ground,
and heard only the echoes of the words you had meant to speak;
watched your countenance unfold in the undergrowth,
nestled between the dogwoods;
and by the riverbank, too,
your breath emergent, buoyed by the water's hushed murmurs.
Has anyone ever written you a love song?
Where they say something nice to make you smile?
Something like:
Never will I die, nor you,
as the long as the love we created remains,
floating somewhere, its toes curled and gripping the edge of eternity.
Someday I will write you a love song;
but not today, not now.
Oct 11, 2019
Oct 11, 2019 at 2:41 PM UTC
I forget the feeling of life rushing past me,
ruffled hair and stinging cheeks-
I forget the wonder of standing bare-boned in the face of overwhelming possibility,
relishing the shivers slipping down my spine,
laughing wickedly in the face of a glaring happiness,
the reflection of your essence crystallized in your eyes-
I forget the warmth of a summer wind marrying the sinking sky,
of open hands spilling the secrets of Earth, me by your side.
But I forgot to say I loved you
And you forgot to stay
Nov 6, 2015
Nov 6, 2015 at 3:30 PM UTC
And I said it with my softest voice
Wrapped cozy in the dusk
And she said it back
As the ocean would
Waves rolling with a hush
And I said it as a simple man
And I thought I'd stay the same
Now there's color in the blacks and whites
And nothing old remains
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 7:52 PM UTC
Sleep now
or wake to find the truth
That there is no man beside you
Just a boy still shedding youth
Sleep now
and forever lay in peace
I'll stand draped beneath this emptiness
You stay between my sheets
Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 12:17 AM UTC
I never knew a song
to have eyes
Never knew a song
to look back
To sing, without a single word set free
To fill me to the brim with music
not sound
To shimmer and shake
Consumed with stories
Stumbling over one another to make themselves heard
and seen
But then again
I never knew a poem
Could be buried
In the wrinkles of a palm
Jul 13, 2014
Jul 13, 2014 at 10:44 PM UTC
I think of you, early and often
When I wake you tip toe your way across my lips
I think you have unfinished business there
You twist your way into my words, rest easy in my breath
I never meant to soak you in
You tangle your life with mine, like your finger 'round your ribbons of hair
The world around me is ripe with nostalgia
Dripping sticky sweet memories of you, like syrup
You told me if we were born flying, we would spend our lives wishing we could walk
But we flew together
And walking just isnt doing it for me anymore
Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 12:12 AM UTC
Stumble swiftly with me
between the cracks, where we’re free/
bathe me anew, in rivers of want
with brimstone and thistle, my heralded haunt/
bring ever close the lasting in your lips
shake me from the brink, shake me free of this
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 1:12 AM UTC
I love you
boundlessly
beyond the notion of time
where life is measured through our moments together.
I love you
with a steady heart, amidst a flurry of change and compromise.
I love you
to your darkest of deed, with a shining naivety.
I love you
wholly;
in mind and body and breath.
I love you truly enough,
so that you may love me with lies.
May 24, 2014
May 24, 2014 at 9:49 AM UTC
Where do they all go
the unspoken words
Do they melt, into nothingness
burning in the backs of our throats
Or delve into the blue deepness of our thoughts
a sunken treasure
I think they hitch rides
with the hopeless
and the heartbroken
Sitting heavy on shoulders
And I'm walking with the weight of the world
and I'm walking with the weight of the world
May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 12:09 PM UTC