wipe away the day with a
splash, double, drop
sugar waters redhanded
paint cleans the mop
spoonfuls of medicine
adjacent shots to bite
but the sweetness is canny
its the throat thats tight
you should say what you will
or please, will while you stay
just don't do for me
the things drunk people say
Jan 18, 2019
Jan 18, 2019 at 3:16 AM UTC
To the man at the dead end,
Your company is pleasing.
Your smokes smell different than mine
so its a nice change of pace.
Usually there are only crickets playing
for me but tonight there is a band
rocking out for the two of us.
I often chat with myself but
you're allowing me to listen. To you,
puffing away your work day
and starring at the sea to set afloat
every uneasy thought that has crossed you
and as I listen to the grunts in your breath,
as the pacing between each increases,
I know your heart's settling and it's time for bed
Though I havent pulled away yet because i
Prefer a soundtrack to silence and
I'd rather fall asleep to all the
nothings you have to say than
my own rhetorical questions.
Sep 7, 2017
Sep 7, 2017 at 1:14 AM UTC
You could lift a million pounds
on nothing but your shoulders
and walk a mile down the road
and still not feel a second older
Maybe your posture isn't perfect
and your muscles begin to ache but
every inch that passes
makes it harder to mistake
What is different between a grin
and a smile that stays in tact
but lying to yourself will be
the straw to break your back
May 24, 2017
May 24, 2017 at 2:35 PM UTC
I was asked what I would do
if I was given the blessing to be able
to see the future for just a moment and
spaceships soared across
my mind and I'd love to know
if scientists gained any knowledge
on the puzzling concept of holographic love
and I'm also strangely curious if anyone would
think in years to come to recite vows to their computer
but just as advances are beautiful
so is how we tend to fester and so
subconscious overgrew, engulfing
as I pondered what I would
feast my starving eyes upon
and I had seemingly no other
option but to change my focus to you
and ask you if you'd depend
now without hesitation
on the truth in the words you used
to recite to yours truly like a bridge
to get you from the beginning to the end
of the void that is now between you and I.
Mar 30, 2017
Mar 30, 2017 at 1:27 PM UTC
How many people do you have to allow
to trample on your chest
with spiked steel toed boots
before you realize you should stop
planning your own isolation since
the warmth of the sun can be so comfortable
for as long as you don't start to sweat and
words are the melody of passing thoughts
though they are scarcely jotted down in stone
and you love watching the leaves dance in the wind
but eventually they stop playing music
but when you think that a flower blooms
to now get abused by bees, it's
lighter on the mind than realizing
that the world looks so different
with tears in your eyes
Mar 16, 2017
Mar 16, 2017 at 3:16 PM UTC
she's terrible you said
I pronounce as if it's free
she waited for you,
longer, you see
but to execute finely
same as thee
is the result of a
miserably complicated flee
and for what reason
did I take a knee
to her, stand alone
but mirroring me
Feb 19, 2017
Feb 19, 2017 at 4:30 AM UTC
Ignite what you wish, just promise me
to adore the flames since it's the last
thing you two have combined
and for otherwise is energy wasted
and we know you love wasting time
regardless if it's yours to take
but for the duration of the fire
enjoy every spark and cheers
with the shotgun next to the jacket
along side the rest of her unfound things
I just owe it to say to the ash that remains
it's a shame you forgot you can't burn down your pain
Feb 13, 2017
Feb 13, 2017 at 12:35 AM UTC
I never asked you to stay.
I didn't expect concrete to form
around your feet
or give you a leash to keep close.
All I wanted for was company
at the times I wanted to
remember how a heart beats.
It isn't enough to brush your leg
or accept your embracing touch.
I liked reminding myself I'm
not the only one with
permanent damage and
tracing your skin helped
to instill in my thoughts
that maybe someone
had ruined you too.
Just maybe my outline
wasn't strong enough and
Your shell had no choice
but to crack
Feb 7, 2017
Feb 7, 2017 at 7:14 PM UTC
My hands are wide open for as long
as you'd like them to be
However,
They are much less receiving when
you say "I love her" to me.
Dec 3, 2016
Dec 3, 2016 at 4:30 AM UTC
Sometimes coffee takes a day
And work takes an hour
While showering a second
And a year for a flower
Too long to walk
To the corner and back
And a lifetime to realize
That you're what I lack
Though pockets are empty
They sure will fill soon
Since the rule about time is
Twelve's always at noon
Oct 5, 2016
Oct 5, 2016 at 11:18 AM UTC