when i crashed
into the forest floor
the canopy stretched high above me
i lit a match
i've been here before
but i can't tell reality from dream
some time has past
the earth grows quiet
i see your face ingrained in every tree
the ember burns
down to my callus
i want to watch it swallow you and me
why do i turn
my mind to fire
to mend my broken bones and restless brain
i want to burn
i want to blister
feel everything, and never feel again
instead i watch
the flame extinguish
surrender to the darkness with a prayer
instead i watch
the flame extinguish
the smell of sulfur permeates the air
Nov 24, 2021
Nov 24, 2021 at 11:05 AM UTC
kept your hands under my back
i brought my legs up to the surface
you said to keep my breathing steady
i was already feeling nervous
i knew i could be fine
if i wanted, on my own
but i would drown for an excuse
to have you never let me go
Nov 23, 2021
Nov 23, 2021 at 8:25 AM UTC
i fell in love with a river
that never stopped moving
whether closer of further away
i've spent months without even
so much as a sip
how i've longed sleepless nights, lonely days
but just as the water
seems out of my reach
she simply returns on a whim
i can't say i'm sorry
when telling the story
of loving her over again
Nov 1, 2021
Nov 1, 2021 at 8:04 AM UTC
i remember how the dust moved
it never settles while i watch
like the kettle never boils
like the future is uncertain
but
the dust it still collects
on every surface we neglect and i
am wondering of us
if it's the same, if it is different
try to find a way outside
try to find "away from here",
try to find a way, to this day your name stil hurts my
tongue but i will say it
i carved your face into
the back of my eyes, now i can't find sleep
i'm so angry so often
how long am i allowed
to keep dwelling on the past before
i need to come around
i know
i need to come around
Mar 23, 2021
Mar 23, 2021 at 10:48 AM UTC
the eagle took up to the skies
and with a single motion
a man ablaze
a singing praise
it dove into the ocean
the salmon run was in full bloom
but spring was fraught with blight
beggars can't
be choosers so
they devoured all in sight
a crowd of kin consumed the bridge
where a boy did meet his maker
the current sped
and in it's stead
an empty handed undertaker
when i bite to break skin
i am hungry for more than flesh
Dec 1, 2020
Dec 1, 2020 at 12:06 PM UTC
the worst thing about falling out of a tree
has very little to do
with falling out of a tree
rather
the problem lies within
the moment you stop falling
the worst thing about falling asleep
has very little to do
with falling asleep
rather
the problem lies within
falling asleep on purpose
the worst thing about falling in love
has very little to do
with falling in love
Nov 27, 2020
Nov 27, 2020 at 3:40 PM UTC
i recall a tuesday morning
filled with stucko
twisted sheets
when you leaned to touch my cheek
you always wore your lip balm heavy
i rolled over to see the space between the drawn curtains
where the sun would say good morning
whether it was good or not
our fingers tied in loose
predictable
knots
i remember the eiffel tower
the woman in white
or was she red? i can't be sure
how i paid such close attention
to the timing between our breath
i remember standing in front of the mirror entertained
by how we move
and with those same knots draped below your navel
an embrace that molded us as one creature
these stupid little moments
have a way of stacking up
and when i knock them to the floor
it's so easy to trip over the rubble
maybe i should have spent less time staring at the ceiling
maybe i should have listened to your heart rather than your lungs
maybe i should have tied my knots a little tighter
Nov 27, 2020
Nov 27, 2020 at 3:34 PM UTC
how many times over have i killed you
every time worst than the last
and with my fingers at your throat
i am my own iconoclast
how many times now have i buried you
before checking for a pulse
i get so reckless in my haste
but never in remorse
how many times now have i turned
i am so good at looking away
when your last breath leaves your chest
i breathe my own sigh, feeling safe
i am the sailor bailing out
every drop that weights me down
the tempest passes for a moment
just to turn itself around
Nov 27, 2020
Nov 27, 2020 at 11:09 AM UTC
my heart is a hotel
not like a hotel
but an actual ******* hotel
most people come and go so fast i can barely catch a name
the front desk is always cautious about those short visits. there is a bed and breakfast not far from here that might be closer to what you’re looking for
and yelp seems to be in his favor
my heart is a hotel that was built too fast
for how new it is, it should be in better condition
the stairs are old and rickety, the farther in you go the less chance you have of making it back out
so i try to offer the shallowest of rooms that I can
the penthouse is vacant, but i can’t bring myself to fill it
my heart is a hotel
if you leave your secrets behind, the cleaning lady will find them it’s not my business to tell you how to make your bed, but leave a tip to the ones who have to wash your sheets
she has no use for money
just make sure she knows you appreciate her cleaning up a mess that wasn’t hers
my heart is a hotel where
the staff are quiet machines
they keep to themselves until spoken to, but when engaged they tend to let out a few secrets
lately they enjoy spreading word about bodies hidden in the walls
i’m not saying there are or are not bodies in the walls
all im saying is can you please stop picking at the wallpaper
my heart is a hotel
and
the guestbook has seen better days
the guestbook has seen worse days
the guestbook lay open to the last words written; clearly legible for any passerby to take note of
“charming and cozy, but a few too many skeletons for our liking.”
“may not visit again, but would recommend to a friend in the area”
“the morning coffee is my favorite shade of motor oil bitter”
my heart is a hotel
i spend my time in the bar
Nov 26, 2020
Nov 26, 2020 at 12:04 PM UTC
i've noticed how the world is painted in your favourite colours
the sea has seldom seemed so blue
and roses never fuller
i've wept those blues and bled those reds but lack the point of view
to see past the sweet apathy
of my own touch and hue
Nov 25, 2020
Nov 25, 2020 at 9:31 AM UTC