When the sun is high
And sweat rolls down your neck
And you bite into a chilled tangerine
And you feel it in your cheeks
And I think of
When you're across a room looking
When you smile
When I feel it in my cheeks
When the storm rolls in
And you find a book
And you sit still
And drown yourself in it
And I think of
When you kiss me half-asleep
When your limbs lie limp on me
When I drown myself in it
Oct 28, 2015
Oct 28, 2015 at 4:20 AM UTC
doesn't forever
seem so much better
in a dream with no tether?
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 11:17 PM UTC
we take dates out for coffee
as caffeine makes us
give more attention
May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 2:53 AM UTC
if I were something
I'd be a soldier
I'd **** off hicks with flowers
May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 2:51 AM UTC
chaos has limits
honor: boundaries
what keeps them penned in is love
May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 2:49 AM UTC
Slipping through lives
Jittering through motions
Sliding over eggshells
Breaking quiet for motivation
Keep yelling
We're listening
And watching you trap yourself under your words
Keep fighting
We're not moving
We're watching you retreat like the snake you know you are
Don't bite yourself
When you slither in a circle
Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 10:46 AM UTC
Looking at them now
these windows are really ******* tall.
There's a sense of pride
from the anger inside
an exciting culture of fast love and slow money
where ambition consumes you and spits you out like a poisoned danish.
An age-old struggle "so it seems,"
where the ones who make the history books
are killed quietly with the needle of self-loathing
but the media shows us all a huge ****** knife of misunderstanding,
or the shattered glass covered in pieces of Armani suit
under an open pane ten stories above us
where the windows are really ******* tall.
Aug 6, 2014
Aug 6, 2014 at 10:36 AM UTC