Have you look up at the stars lately?
I'm calling out to a flame to lick
my fulfillment
pull it away
because I have had too many things
tear
me down
and tonight I have
everything.
Where is the clock?
Not even a whisper
tells me that forever will end soon.
So live,
**** it in.
Because tomorrow morning
has never felt so full
of life
Scream with delight
you have done it
you will burn together
watch the flames wind higher into the night.
Draw all of the people close
who have told you that you are
worthy.
Kiss them.
And hope that they will one day sit atop their own mountains and watch the flames burn over other mountain sides.
Wrap them in the same love and hope that they remember
This feeling
of the universe's love.
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 3:50 AM UTC
I am not afraid
Of the things I see as I sleep
Beneath my shutter
Salty ocean waves
Bring me under
Bring me under
Where I am with you
In the light
Listening to the voice of your eyes
Fill me slowly
We have
Nowhere to be
Behind my eyelids
We are safe
And I wake
Rested
Dec 26, 2013
Dec 26, 2013 at 5:10 AM UTC
letting the wild finches pick apart
the truth of the matter
and carry it away
we look down and
all we have left
in our hands
is our responsibility.
For,
to live with someone in which we desire them, is to live with someone
in constant state of fear.
flinging our authentic selves
onto the ground
like breadcrumbs
feeding into the delusion of ego
winding up
hungry
Jun 29, 2013
Jun 29, 2013 at 2:01 AM UTC
A
s tray
b alloon
Wanders
through the clouds
Not sure if it will ever be able to
get back down
Jun 3, 2013
Jun 3, 2013 at 1:48 AM UTC
you're on my mind
let me lend you my shadows
let me give you the crannies to sit in a while
and contemplate this kind space called life
because i don't mind the layers that you made on top of my skin;
they kept me a special kind of warm.
I can still feel you from here.
Let that whisper reach you through the depths of my ribs
they rub together like the horse hairs played on a violin
so coarse and yet so finely tuned.
let it lay across them until we pluck the plainest melody that
we have yet to hear because we are too young.
It takes 200 strings to make a proper bow. A violin is a genius saw;
It cuts kind of deep, stroking until we shiver into sleep.
May 15, 2013
May 15, 2013 at 4:31 AM UTC
I had a closet that was soundproof growing up
I used to crawl inside and perch on top of a mound of clothes
There I dialed a random number once
And told them all my secrets
On an answering machine that never hung up
I swear I heard someone listening
The air was pregnant with
Rosebuds
The petals of
Ripe
Imagination
So I created poems and gave them to
the child
Who sat in the corner of the call
This is real
I said into the phone
And no one said it wasn’t
So I told them I was not afraid to die
And it was quiet
So I told whoever was listening that
I loved them
Because we barely take the time to stop and love
To stop and call
I’m still waiting for my brother’s voice
To appear over the phone
And ask me how im doing
The warmth between us has grown cold and there’s icebergs creeping
Up in the depth of my confusion
Someone once told me love was blind
But im still trying to find you in the darkness
Find you on our old mountain walks
in our
Endless talks
He gave me piggy back rides
Letting me carve my secrets into the bark on his back
Even though he couldn’t see them or read them ever again
He used to be a sail
Letting me blow endless winds
Until my tears created rivers and
I built a boat with him
And sailed across
To the other side
where my cheeks were dry
I’ve heard that 90 percent of human interaction is non-verbal
so
ill wonder where his fingers are
that aren’t dialing 314 9770
there must be shrapnel in his back that replaces the spine that once made him a man
so ill dial until my
fingers find the right combination
of a familiar voice
and then ill tell them all my secrets
until moss grows on top of us
and we’re old
much higher up
on a mountain somewhere
looking back from where we came from.
From his little bedroom painted light blue
Converted from a closet with a round window
It was his little sea cabin in the house
Still holding all of our secrets.
May 6, 2013
May 6, 2013 at 1:47 AM UTC
In the mellow calm
Smooth edges of the world
We find it
Let it wrap you in wonder and whisk you
Into the wild
***** lyrics of the perfect sunset or the succulent smile of morning.
Moan with the joy you find.
It fills you.
Peel off yesterday’s worries
let your flesh feel
what it will
when you are not tense
when you are not burdened
have you taken
off your shoes lately
do you remember
to touch the ground
stop
floating
come down with me
to the rich soils
sinking
into
it.
May 6, 2013
May 6, 2013 at 1:38 AM UTC