Your violet iris leaves me naked
as your half-cocked upper lip remains stalwart while
a single drop of salt water backlash slips over,
falling to the ruin
where I tear your ventricles and,
blindly,
walk away.
Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 8:39 AM UTC
I want the voices
to climb
back inside my head
where they belong
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 4:07 PM UTC
So I am going to strip down,
step to my side of the bed,
climb in,
feel the cold radiating off your back,
and cry.
Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 8:53 AM UTC
I’m sideways, middle ground burned and left and right beyond reproach so I take no stand against a stand against anything that might be controversial and those thoughts won’t go away no matter how much I rebel because you instil so much that I never wanted to learn because all I want to learn is that you love me without taking a stand, without conditions, without thought.
Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 8:33 AM UTC
Selling dreams that
cannot be remembered
to sleepless masses;
the drone of life drowning
in a pool of mediocrity
Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 3:52 PM UTC
I never think
of me in your bed,
but I always think
of me in your arms.
I never know what
you are going to say,
but I always want
you to say it to me.
I came in
just to see
your eyes light up
and I stayed to hear
your voice touch my ears.
I never expect
anything from you,
but I always want
just a little bit more.
Just a little
more of you
to go with
a little bit of me
and a just
a little request:
hold me.
I didn’t expect
to even touch you,
but I wished
I could feel you
beside me.
I talked to hear
my own voice
in the silence
and I was shocked
to hear yours
answer me.
I glanced
in your direction
to see your reaction
and I was floored
when I saw
you looking back.
I closed in for a
simple embrace
and I found your arms
wrapped tightly
around me
And when
you’re around me
I seem to lose
my ability
to stand
on my own,
so I ask:
hold me.
Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 7:34 AM UTC
July 10, 2000
I woke up
after passing out
after smoking up
after coming down
from the wa-wa sound
induced by nitrous filled punch balloons
I woke up
after snorting lines of ketamine
coupled with hits of acid and ecstasy
I woke up
after seven people died
from shooting ****** into their veins
I woke up
in a folding camp chair
with a hand wrapped around
a bag of ****
stuffed in my pocket
to a booming voice
telling me I was going to jail.
and I thanked god when they put on the cuffs
that I was one of the lucky ones that woke up.
Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 7:32 AM UTC
Condensation and cigarette smoke
filled the air as he leaned against
the hood of the car watching as
she walked through the cemetery
in the early morning, just after
dawn, holding a bouquet of white
tiger lilies, making her way to a
small marble headstone that read:
“Beloved Son, January 9, 2009 –
January 9, 2009”.
Jun 17, 2014
Jun 17, 2014 at 7:40 PM UTC
when forever walks
out the door, do i
cease to exist?
Jun 17, 2014
Jun 17, 2014 at 4:01 PM UTC
Sticking my finger down my throat,
I swallowed an entire bottle of them.
I realize life is worth living.
*I don't want to ******* die.*
I just need to ***** and I'll be better.
*They've already been absorbed, I'm *******
I don't want to go to the hospital.
*Where's my ******* phone? It's just three numbers.*
I can feel my heart rate slowing down
Get excited, raise that blood pressure.
and my extremities are going numb.
They're just cold, rub them a lot.
Back to the wall, *** on the ground, unmoving.
Get up! Dance! Punch something! Anything!
The darkness takes me and I have one last thought:
*I only thought I wanted to die, I swear.*
Jun 17, 2014
Jun 17, 2014 at 1:29 PM UTC