I'm not going to use my love anymore
I'm already moving to fast
I should also stop using heart
if I want anything to last
Nov 18, 2023
Nov 18, 2023 at 11:19 PM UTC
It was a long bus ride
And the **** plastic sheet seats
Were cracking from abuse and freeze
We all kept warm with conversations
And secrets
And scandals in the back row
The era of shame
My own propaganda
Selling me on the idea
That I should carry everyone's.
Sourness
Sins
Shame
That bus was wretched
With the stench
Of frozen sweat
And regret
Despite it all
I could find any single one of you
And we'd exchange
Untouchable moments
Memories of the heart
Strung along that tattered pavement
Here's mine
It was in your eyes
That I saw myself shine
For across that opaque pane
I witnessed your thought
"this guy is interesting"
You and your curly raven rings
Asking about my fixations
Changed the course
Of who I see
when I close my eyes
I've never seen you since that summer
I've never sat behind you again
Can't even recall the name
Can't remember if we won the game
But you're a warm tea I get to sip
When it comes across my mind
No loose ends
No ***** stains
Just the sun breaking the squall
And the summer of ****** football
Sep 19, 2023
Sep 19, 2023 at 1:37 AM UTC
I'm not there yet
But soon in the story
I'll see the infinity of it all
See this body
simply as a day
In the experience
Soon in the story
I'll see no difference
or space between us
And realize it was
conversations with myself
I've made some **** good art
I’ve made some eyesores
I've done some horrible things
I've saved countless lives
I've killed this earth
I've rebuilt and moved on
I’ve come the conclusion
I’ll never be gone
Sep 15, 2023
Sep 15, 2023 at 12:24 AM UTC
I look at the sky and everything is clear
I turn to the sun
and am forced to remember
I am human
Squinting and scrunched
the tranquility is gone
My eyes pinch my mind
and again
These days become long
Sep 12, 2023
Sep 12, 2023 at 12:44 AM UTC
I told myself to give you poetry in motion
But I don't have a very good camera
or the stamina to hold myself to that kind of devotion
So I slow things
In hopes that this microscope envelops you from your fear
Oh dear, peering in the looking glass again
Not much else, washes out this type of stain
Sep 10, 2023
Sep 10, 2023 at 11:25 PM UTC
In the back of my stair storage
I have a bin
within my old sins lie
Otherwise I'll forget
as soon as it leaves my eyes
I'm liable
Distracted
Careless
Unmindful
I have lost so many things
some misplaced
forgotten
stolen, I’m sure
I've lost people
For the same reasons
Its enough to drive me manic
I can’t trace
where the last place
I had it
was
The worst
Is when I don't even know
I've lost it
until the universe
decides to taunt and tease me
with that information
I've lost songs
that hold memories
of my childhood within their lyrics
I've lost movies
Some I've just watched too many times
I've lost feelings
at least all the intensity in them
So,
I've started hoarding
I told myself I'm not losing that nostalgia
So I'm boarding them up in boxes
I'm being present in my past
and these are the paradoxes
In which my unlost will hopefully last
Not to be dramatic
But I love to be dramatic
You're one thing I look for every time
But I couldn't find you if I tried
No crumbs, no remnant
nothing in these boxes
will cause remembrance
One day, I'll be going through
and one day, I won't care to find you
Sep 8, 2023
Sep 8, 2023 at 1:03 AM UTC
Split vision
The mirror lies
It's my Hearts decision
To eat with its eyes
Sep 7, 2023
Sep 7, 2023 at 3:28 PM UTC
Promise kept, for the sake of promise kept.
Robes worn, for the sake of robes worn.
Wedding bands, and oming hands.
The value in virtue, I will willfully adorn.
Its tightening locks of golden strands
the lightning rocks me, but it understands.
I must work through what I've made,
I trust the solace in this, a stoic slave.
I picked my lot and hold it fast,
I'll stick my spot, this mold is cast
Doubt will cause a shadow
and I've drunken all I had, so
a deep drink in divine, then have your spew.
Trust in the voice
that made this choice,
and for this lifetime, actually see it through.
Sep 3, 2023
Sep 3, 2023 at 2:11 AM UTC
It may be that
the purpose,
Is not written into
the program.
Aug 31, 2023
Aug 31, 2023 at 4:00 PM UTC
The more words I learn
The more apt I get at conveying the precise notion
But
The more words I learn
The further I separate myself from those I’m writing to
I cannot explain to those
That I need to hear me
In such a way which is meaningful
To them
for me
I toil on
Learning to say something simpler
Clearer
Despite the barrage of stimulus I wish to demonstrate
I toil on
Saying what's been said
Stealing greater sculptors scalpels
I am undone
Aug 24, 2023
Aug 24, 2023 at 12:50 PM UTC