Keeping her in my heart and mind
so tightly bound
restricts how much I
(represented by spectral oscillation)
can fluctuate, flow, reach the natural peaks
or valleys
and then recover.
My sound is in one range frequency
ignoring the warmth of the high
and depth of the low
ignoring the bass.
My music is dosed in silence.
I must elongate my spectrum
amplify my wave pattern.
Don't hate the instrument
Remove the gum from the frets.
I am strumming something
I don't know how to get music from.
Vibrating is never wrong.
Apr 27, 2017
Apr 27, 2017 at 10:57 PM UTC
Have you sipped a good old fashioned?
A perfectly crafted cocktail
One that costs 12 or 15 dollars
And is made by a man with a mustache?
It's sweet at first, almost cloyingly so
Sugary and malty and fruity.
Underneath the sweet is something sharp
The alcohol, the citrus, the bite.
Not sour, just bright and crisp.
It's a pleasing drink, dancing across the palate.
But if you pay close attention,
If you really focus,
There are the bitter notes, the astringent moments
The ones that pucker and hurt.
A good old fashioned hides the harshness,
Like the memories of a love that walked away.
Apr 17, 2017
Apr 17, 2017 at 1:03 AM UTC
...the last conversation
...the lack of apology
...the silence at your questions
...the love she said wasn't quite enough
...the kind of wedding dress you thought she might wear
...the times she didn't talk
...the times she didn't want to see you
...the times she hurt you
...the love you had
...the signs of love she rejected
...everything
...every moment
...every tear
...every joy
...all of it.
Remember all of it.
Apr 4, 2017
Apr 4, 2017 at 12:28 AM UTC
We fall apart
When our faults fall in line
And make a chasm.
We are too similar, you and I,
Too much alike in our failures
Too quiet when we should shout.
We fall apart
But cushion one another
Knowing it will be our last touch.
Apr 3, 2016
Apr 3, 2016 at 6:42 PM UTC
Just a trace
Reminding that once
Not long ago
This void had substance
Jan 25, 2016
Jan 25, 2016 at 10:43 PM UTC
The fact of your interest in me is proof
That you must be crazy,
Or I have been hiding myself well.
That fact, the one of your interest in me
Puzzles, confounds, I can't accept the logic
Do you want this lumpy mess?
Were I honest, my own faults cry loudest to me
And that you can't hear them, or can but ignore them-
I feel claustrophobic in your open mind.
Dec 21, 2015
Dec 21, 2015 at 11:14 PM UTC
Unsure if it was
Me or my lips
That betrayed
Your heart
Dec 12, 2015
Dec 12, 2015 at 6:31 PM UTC
Are like carbon
And the difference between coal and diamond
One shines,
The other burns
Dec 12, 2015
Dec 12, 2015 at 12:08 AM UTC
The room creaks in
longing sighs,
knowing that, soon
I won't come back
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 1:25 AM UTC