The corners of the pages
fold in on themselves,
and the blankets are
still a mess from before.
At night the pyramids talk to me,
and the sails of ships.
We converse about who
I used to be.
Hidden under petals,
privately ruling a petulant world;
no one approaching me
with weak teeth
trying to tell me to enjoy
being alone.
There are no ashes in these bones.
Vines grip and swallow me
and keep me warm.
In the morning I make the bed
before weak knees
walk the city.
Alone is my home.
The zipper pull of the
train tracks is
the loudest quiet
I have ever made love to.
Oct 29, 2015
Oct 29, 2015 at 12:02 PM UTC
One of those days
When the sun
And your hair
Seem to be the same
Beam of light
And you can feel the
Calm
In between storms
Everything you see
An unashamed
Metaphor
For everything inside you
With dark clouds
All around
Thunder in the distance
And you can’t stop staring at
The one beam of light
And the hint of pale blue
Because you know
It could be
gone
any
second
Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 9:57 PM UTC
No weakness tonight -
I tremble and ache
and doubt has colonized my veins...
But loneliness and heartbreak
will not be my bed mates.
I will sleep with dry eyes,
knees far from my chest.
Tonight I will rest.
Tonight I went on a date
with the moon.
I told her about you.
I started to say that
you shine like she does
but before I finished the thought
I knew I was wrong.
I will not write a line
saying you are my moon.
But for you, I burn,
And when I'm with you
I am full.
And when you're gone
the moon is full.
"There is no time for weakness,"
she tells me,
"Be full."
Sep 1, 2015
Sep 1, 2015 at 2:41 PM UTC
I'm sorry my love is
a stubborn silence
and not the singing of the rain.
I'm sorry all I do is stare
and hope for you to hear
what's in my head.
Sometimes I forget that
people aren't books,
And that we have more than
just hearts in our chests.
Sometimes I'd rather bleed
than speak,
And hope that you
don't mind the mess.
I see now that life is full
Of people leaving.
And listening to them saying goodbye
won't make them stay.
But my voice has always felt like
an echo in a cave.
And Courage is a word
I have yet to define.
But if you give me a "next time"
I'll try
Because you saw me when
I was a ghost -
And I saw you and felt
like I was home.
Maybe my silence can be
The echo in your bones.
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 12:33 AM UTC
You sure do ask me
a lot of things
Like why do I look
like I don't know
where to be
I answer
Maybe I don't
And you shrug and
look away
You ask if I've ever
been in darkness so
deep I couldn't see
I answer
Yes I have
And you think of
something else to ask
Like if I've ever
Lived somewhere haunted
I answer
With ghost stories and
you tell me yours
And we go on and on
with our little talks
And I go on quietly
wondering
What you're looking for
And what you've found
Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 4:44 PM UTC
In the creases and folds
I find the one.
He dusts me off and
puts me on a shelf.
I see him walk by
a thousand times.
I bury him again.
I'm having trouble recognizing
which of us is made of bronze -
The penny that you don't collect
'cause it's face is always turned
toward the ground.
But every hand that ever
touched me was your hand.
My skin is full of scars
from fingertips.
Sometimes I think I'll never
be warm again.
But how could you forget
a burn like that?
Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 4:39 PM UTC
Your life is a pattern
Of analogies and fantasies
The stories no one hears
And the secrets in your dreams
You drown in the pattern
As the sun goes down
Leaving, though you still
need its light
But it's futile to try to
stop the night
Will you break the pattern?
Have you ever really tried?
Maybe sometimes being broken
is the only way to see inside.
Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 10:14 PM UTC
My parachute eyes
Holes in the middle
I'm falling much faster
Than I thought
And I hope the ground
Is soft
This unimaginable big
When I am so little
A lightning strike
And I am gone before
I've even said yes
But here there is no room
For "I guess"
I find my feet aching
For new streets
Eyes searching
For new sights
Though heart is heavy and still
A stone
So here I leave you, heart
For wherever you are is home
The rest of me goes on
Final destination unknown
Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 9:48 PM UTC
I am Evergreen
An end to the means
And in my forest
You are free
And you think
You are the fire
That burns me
Inside out and
Everything in between
You think you know me
But you know
A circle of trees
And I am the forest
Evergreen
And the fire that
Burns it too
Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 9:40 PM UTC
When you find me
I am an animal
And you do not knowingly call
And I pull you
Grasping on to bones
You didn't know you had
I leave the decision up to you
Change my face
Tell you
I'm only in love with the moon
The afternoon
Takes you away
You fade
A vague shape
That warms my cheek
On a cloudy day
The light I chase
When I can't sleep
The one I pretend I don't see
Even though you've seen
Almost all of me
Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 9:17 PM UTC