I left Florida for the weather.
Where summer pulses stagnant heat,
to the rhythm of waves crashing.
Today feels like yesterday,
feels like last year,
reminds me of that time five years ago
when thunder seduced my soul.
Ssshhh.
That's death rising from swollen swamps,
listening for the sound of prolonged blinkers.
Jurassic eyes ogle leather flesh,
cracked,
salty,
alien.
I moved north for a fight.
I jumped in the ring with scholars,
pennies clamoring in sidewalk cups,
applause.
A crooked nose now leads the way,
shadows take root beneath youthful,
sun-kissed pools of blue.
I'm still spinning.
I left Atlanta for the people.
Well, just one really.
The girl whose soul once kissed thunder in the rain,
and can't quit chasing storms
until they touch again.
Feb 26, 2013
Feb 26, 2013 at 5:51 PM UTC
Every day I pray for words,
words to vanquish practiced restraint,
words to ****** my soul from flesh caverns,
words to expose me.
airy,
shapeless,
magnificent.
But today I left silent fingerprints on your glass,
and wordless footprints in the sand,
and I swear I saw my heart,
glimmering behind your watery eyes
as I said my goodbyes.
Every day I pray that you'll witness
{me}.
Tomorrow I won't have to.
Aug 18, 2012
Aug 18, 2012 at 6:49 PM UTC
Never doubt your darkest days,
for at the bottom of everything there exists a truth truer than we deserve.
A light
only seen when all others fail-
it shines upon the roots of our follies,
the core of our discontent,
and all we stole from God.
Here is the greatest moment of your existence
stand beside the sun and chase the moon across the sky.
Aug 17, 2012
Aug 17, 2012 at 4:18 PM UTC