now I am unafraid
I have always been the last to leave
I’m counting down the days
green water rises
pulling me beneath
for a moment, I can see the stars
for a moment, I can breath
now I close my eyes
and see the world and sky collide
here, I find myself falling again
into sorrows, into depths
undiscovered
Mar 15, 2021
Mar 15, 2021 at 9:34 PM UTC
for fear of feeling full
I’m wondering and wandering
my building’s full of ghosts
I convince myself I like it here
I try I sigh I do
the emptiness still falls
from the walls of my room
I am angry
I am restless
I am lonely
I am “full”
Mar 15, 2021
Mar 15, 2021 at 9:31 PM UTC
and in the dark
hoping that my emptiness
will both set me and tear me apart.
it is not sweet, but it is clean.
a harsh cleanliness only found in extremes.
and I wallow there, like a bird on a stone
watching his brother be cast down
I am afraid, I say.
afraid still
that in all this time I have yet to feel
may god bless you,
and god curse you
though I know he never will
Mar 15, 2021
Mar 15, 2021 at 9:25 PM UTC
COLLAB. WITH AUSTIN DRAPER
It’s little more than a quiet thought.
The impending feeling that the loneliness
was a creation of my own imploding self-conscious.
I wouldn’t have hurt you voluntarily,
so what outside force could know my mind so well?
It’s little more than a spoken word.
The rumble of the oncoming storm could be felt
from as close as 1.6 miles away,
where the darkness of your room invaded the
not-so secret spots of your heart.
I’m prone, to the truth in your words.
I’m not used to the idea of confronting my thoughts
And sorting them out to you.
Is it that I spoke wrong words? Or I stopped before they meant anything?
You mean so much, and now you are out of my reach.
Jan 12, 2019
Jan 12, 2019 at 9:39 PM UTC
Every first time is first done slowly
and then like it's your last.
And when the words tumble out of my mouth
like a whispered avalanche,
It's all I can do to pray
you'll say it back.
But first you stare.
My mind goes a thousand different places,
revolving around the axis of rejection
strung by your silence.
It must be only seconds but it's stretched into
a quiet forever inside my mind.
And when you kiss me instead,
it doesn't calm my fast-paced heart.
That is, until you pull away with the words
close on your lips.
I love you.
Sep 19, 2018
Sep 19, 2018 at 11:01 PM UTC
When the lights begin to look a bit like roses, you know you're in for a trip.
The challenging nature of my bones begins to melt away, leaving only the part of me that wants to paint pictures and tame hearts.
My mind is only occupied by the thought of your hand in mine and my only wish is this moment for the rest of my life.
Maybe it's unusual for me.
But I begin to feel that you're my manifest destiny.
And the soft wind and cool-aid sky only add to the idea that my heart is one moment from exploding.
Aug 23, 2018
Aug 23, 2018 at 11:55 PM UTC
I'm afraid you're my
skeleton in the closet
because you pulled my hair
and broke my bones
but if only they new
I enjoyed it
Jul 8, 2018
Jul 8, 2018 at 11:37 PM UTC
Your smile is unfairly noticeable.
Your voice is disrespectfully low.
Your eyes are rudely easy to get lost in.
And yet, I don't.
Do I?
Jun 4, 2018
Jun 4, 2018 at 10:21 AM UTC
I let the musty air fill my lungs
as it begs to remind me of
where I'm from
I grew up reciting lines
like I was just acting fine
when really I was just a child
with nothing better to do
with their time
and what was a hobby
became a passion
and what was a passion
became forgotten
May 9, 2018
May 9, 2018 at 10:25 PM UTC
I've almost forgotten how your
other-worldly eyes
peered into my
melancholy soul.
How your
key trained fingers
traced my
summer-kissed skin.
How your
wiser-than-mine words
changed my
impressionable mind.
Almost, but not quite.
May 3, 2018
May 3, 2018 at 1:13 PM UTC