He keeps looking.
Like I'm something for the taking.
The way he's staring at me dancing
Gets me thinking, I should stop.
No concrete action, no kind of evidence,
Just a rise of the hairs,
A sort of indescribable sense,
Warning bad intentions are by,
Stay quiet and put and shy.
Maybe if I cover more,
Maybe if I show a little less,
Maybe if I look away,
And keep ignoring all the rest,
Maybe it's what I have to do.
May 23, 2020
May 23, 2020 at 10:11 AM UTC
Stiff shoulders, stiff arms, I'm knotted and I'm shaking.
I've always been good with sitting still but now I can't stop running.
My heartbeat sounds EDM when I need to be sleeping.
I'm trying, I'm really trying, but I can't stop freaking
Out, I'm freaking out,
I'm freaking out, and I don't know what to do...
So should you, should you, should you ever have your hands free,
Would you, would you, would you knead away my anxieties,
Deepen the pain until I'm numb, and press, press, press your palms,
Until I can no longer think, then maybe I'll find my calm.
Sep 1, 2018
Sep 1, 2018 at 5:20 AM UTC
There are nights of neon,
where the pavement cries,
the windows cast shadows,
the city runs purposeless.
These nights, I am in space,
and midair on the moon, I stare back
into this glowing orb of blue and green.
Amidst endless black, I imagine it burning,
the most bizarre thing I have ever seen,
and I ask, for what? Like they say of life,
all a striving after the wind.
Dec 4, 2017
Dec 4, 2017 at 10:39 AM UTC
Shards strike C-minor on the marble, I
step slowly, on tip toes, ever so lightly, I
fly on feet above flickering flecks, I
will not wallow where what traps lay, I
am after something bigger, something stronger,
something solid and not see-through, and
I will become something.
Nov 4, 2017
Nov 4, 2017 at 8:12 AM UTC
"If I look back, I am lost,"
and a dragon’s words guide me
forward towards fields of green
and brown and blue, where quietly,
I stump on memories and push them,
deep under wet soil, and then only keep
my gaze to the horizon, back slightly bent,
nothing except the harvests of tomorrow.
Oct 30, 2017
Oct 30, 2017 at 11:17 AM UTC
She is as bright as the sun?
No - she is the sun itself.
Singing sweet beams, her embrace
softens every marrow, every bone
into one with flesh,
and I mesh with her light -
together shining, radiating
twenty thousand stars above,
and after a millennia of the Big Black,
I am now hers.
Oct 17, 2017
Oct 17, 2017 at 10:41 AM UTC
Neither here nor there,
Neither silent nor loud,
Neither full nor bare,
Neither humble nor proud,
Neither game nor serious,
Neither love nor indifference,
Neither realistic nor delirious,
Neither the house nor the fence,
yet still two, pacing together,
and either for worse or for better,
stuck in dying fire.
Oct 12, 2017
Oct 12, 2017 at 10:34 AM UTC
His bulletproof boots
decorated with wet mud, dried blood
trampled fields of flowers
fourteen years before her.
She, a cloud of fluff and rain,
was his first shower.
He, a kick of crack *******
was her fifteenth.
Every departure had her,
tasting of his cigarettes,
teary-eyed against his shoulders.
Every mile of distance had him,
singing to her songs,
pulsing to another woman’s skin.
Tonight, with their hands interwoven,
his lips parted open,
sweating as if birthing a confession,
her smile lingers, glistening
like snow nobody has walked on.
Jun 27, 2017
Jun 27, 2017 at 10:44 AM UTC
I fell in love
with the way you wrap your suit
around my shuddering shoulders
on a summer, New York night.
I fell in love
with the way you draped "beautiful"
over the face and body
I thought a clown's.
I fell in love
with jazz music blowing up my dress -
I was the world's only princess
when you spun me around.
I fell in love
with the fire in your eyes,
your voice, your skin, your glowing red demise,
another one of a million fights...
I fell in love, once and then twice, three times and then ten times, desperate and pathetic and forlorn and ecstatic,
I fell in love.
Jun 1, 2017
Jun 1, 2017 at 5:18 AM UTC
"Look into the camera,"
and bring your eyes nowhere else,
not behind to where the lady stands,
holding an eight-year-old's hand.
"Place your forefinger on the sensor,"
and don't dare move it closer
to your wet eyes, for the man
with the ten-year-old might see
you shudder.
The arrow always points forward,
so take your steps fast and sure.
Ignore the shouts, shove away the feels,
smile and wave your way to
DEPARTURE.
May 15, 2017
May 15, 2017 at 4:48 PM UTC