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Jul 2018 · 207
Junky Star
Tupelo Jul 2018
The old man with the guitar
Plays 6 strings for a thousand
wandering faces
Plays that thing like he knew
all the kinds of hurt that washed
up when the rain came and went
All for pocket change
Just for the little things we still
had left to give
Jul 2018 · 453
From Travels pt.1
Tupelo Jul 2018
Far across foreign seas
Stood a golden isle
With monuments to
unfamiliar gods
and songs I did not
know how to sing
The days melted
into mystic evenings
But somewhere along the way
On that golden isle
I found my faith again
It laid buried beneath the sand
Next to nameless corpses
That all looked the same
when the insects
finally finished their work
How simple this is to truly understand
Jul 2018 · 193
Platinum
Tupelo Jul 2018
I want to write something honest
Want to make something of these words
How I crave for you to notice me
How I know that my morals are so tainted
I know that my decisions are the wrong ones
I know that I am handcuffed to the most dangerous of vices
And I choose to push those things so far in my head that it’s like they were never there to begin with.
Who even knows who even cares
Jul 2018 · 403
Emergency Brakes
Tupelo Jul 2018
I’m falling in love with women I don’t even know
With hopes they can repair the parts of me
I’m trying so desperately to fix
Jun 2018 · 241
Come thru
Tupelo Jun 2018
This body has no tombstones
This skin dances with angels
This body holds no secrets
These bones sing the truth
This body hides from no one
This blood will flow forever
Jun 2018 · 292
Days
Tupelo Jun 2018
A twilight brings solace
Dawn brings announcement
Morning brings the work
The sweat and the blood
Pooling beneath us
The dusk brings goodbyes
The night brings reflection
Twilight brings prayer
Jun 2018 · 221
Battleship
Tupelo Jun 2018
I never knew of such civil wars
our bodies could muster
How these insides can have such malice
My mind and my heart constantly at arms
neither willing to wave the white flag
How can these battles come to a halt
When the brain gives me the logic
But this heart burns to love
as simply as I could put this
Jun 2018 · 207
something to be said
Tupelo Jun 2018
The purest of loves is that
when you see her happy
in the arms of another
rather than your own
and be content to know
that her heart is safe
Jun 2018 · 269
Solea
Tupelo Jun 2018
I sang my soul for years
where’d that get me?
Empty as the bottles
We cast out to sea

All of them filled
With the words of the moon
'I hope you get betters'
and 'I’ll see you soons'
May 2018 · 431
Paper Hearts
Tupelo May 2018
When we had our late night drunken conversation
I talked of how the last one should've treated you better
How your worth is something heaven sent
You told me stories of the islands
The ocean and how it makes you feel at home again
I watched your mouth form love poems to the room
I responded with all the things I loved too
All the poems that brought me to my knees
All the seasons and how each of them hold us
I forgot to say how I love you
And how I woke with those words still
trapped behind my lips
May 2018 · 585
Plume
Tupelo May 2018
My throat became a chimney
I used my feelings for the fuel
My mouth plumed my insides
Sent smoke signals with my heart
All to say to you the things
I could not put to words
May 2018 · 206
Tank
Tupelo May 2018
When the brick and the mortar
finally gave way to a swan dive of defeat
I remember how my mother cried an ocean
How my father's warmth sputtered to a halt
The streetlights flickered
The dribbling across the way subsided
And all fell to a hush
Apr 2018 · 335
29 Times
Tupelo Apr 2018
To be honest
I miss my home
The absent minded drives
Back to the street I grew up on
The nights on the pier
The smell of a twilight
To be honest I miss the people
The quirks and the oddities
I miss the way they speak
The comfort it all can bring
I miss the way she looked at me
So much has changed now
Maybe I have too
But certain parts of me long
for the way it once was
But what I know can never be
Apr 2018 · 558
Funny
Tupelo Apr 2018
It's funny how silver tongues
can rust when the storms
finally decide to pour

It's funny how fragile we become
when the lights come on

It's funny how easy mistakes are made
when the heat begins to rise
Apr 2018 · 195
Lonesome
Tupelo Apr 2018
This heart is an ocean
No winds set to sail
No oars to row
This heart is an empty water
An island amongst us
The only oasis
Such a paradise at sea
Love is a gateway
And my dam can not bleed
Mar 2018 · 200
So far
Tupelo Mar 2018
Why unearth the bodies
that were already laid to rest
and grew flowers on graves
watered with tears?
Feb 2018 · 299
Mute
Tupelo Feb 2018
Blonde beauty
Green eyed thief
Stole me away
Upon twilight hours
You’re lungs sing
Songs of forgiveness
You’re mind speaks
Lessons of longing
Blonde beauty
Green eyed thief
Steal my heart
Leave me to be
Jan 2018 · 296
Maryland
Tupelo Jan 2018
I've been writing
To remember
All the things
We chose to forget
Jan 2018 · 336
Southern Moons
Tupelo Jan 2018
The open window beside our bed
Welcomes the light of southern moons
Highlighting the shape of your body
The hill of your waist to upper thigh
I want to drink the moon
From every inch of your form
Hold you in the night as if this world
Stands still just for the two of us merely for a moment
As the smell of the wind and the sounds of the magnolias rusting in the distance float on in
My eyes fall heavy in this paradise of a bed
The insects sing songs of our dreams in the midnight hours
Jan 2018 · 548
66
Tupelo Jan 2018
66
I drink so much now I just wanna forget
The mistakes I made the previous night
Due to too many glass bottle companions
Jan 2018 · 200
New Years
Tupelo Jan 2018
I* ****** you because I am in love with you
You ****** me because you are still in love with *him
Dec 2017 · 209
Simple Song
Tupelo Dec 2017
Some nights we love silent
Just knowing that these hearts
Exist to call the other by name
Other nights we love loud
Indulging in these earthly desires
The taste of your inner thigh
The warmth of our skin
A symphony beneath sheets
With you this heart knows
No greater joy
With you this heart feels
Time stays still
Every conversation is a love poem
Oct 2017 · 214
Detective
Tupelo Oct 2017
I'm tired of the trails
The footprints you leave
I'm no detective
I can't follow the clues
The mystery between us
Is answered by you
This heart waits for questions
Yours loves to be still
Oct 2017 · 232
Ecstatic
Tupelo Oct 2017
Liquor is merely bandages
These wounds reside deep
The insides keep spilling
And my heart hopes to keep
Oct 2017 · 257
Papaya
Tupelo Oct 2017
These storms have come
They hang heavy over my roof
The night is spent dreaming
My days spent in static
I wish to be the man I once was
Back when these legs could
Carry the weight
I am tired now
So tired I no longer have the
Energy to hate myself
So tired now I sometimes
Forget what it is to feel
I miss the ocean
Sep 2017 · 205
U
Tupelo Sep 2017
U
**** me like it was your last.
Sep 2017 · 293
Sterling
Tupelo Sep 2017
If only you knew how messy
these insides of mine became
when my poems started
to sing your name and I cared
more about winning your heart
than your 2am ***** calls
If only
Sep 2017 · 327
Peppermint
Tupelo Sep 2017
I dreamt of peace
For these oceans to settle
These chains to be broken
This skin to be just the mark
of my mother and father
I dreamt of peace
For these tables to be full
That the soul will dance
the only way it knows how
I dreamt of us
I dreamt of you
Sep 2017 · 204
Sugar Cane
Tupelo Sep 2017
Im so entranced by the way
your silence can fill a room
How your steps sound of thunder
Like lighting straitening our spines
And how the sensation of your touch
Leaves hollow hearts in it's wake
Sep 2017 · 212
XXIX
Tupelo Sep 2017
I lie
I cheat
I steal
I take
I give
I want
I need
I love
I hate
I ****
I remember
I forget
I forgive
Sep 2017 · 500
Sinker
Tupelo Sep 2017
Pink roses
Golden spring
Sinful summer
A dangerous thing
Moonlight confessions
Violet colored tears
Our arms entwined
Fleeing these childhood fears
Alone is a scary thing
Sep 2017 · 194
This is who we are
Tupelo Sep 2017
I take my drinks all liquor
My cigarettes burn to the filter
I drink neon like it's a tanning booth
I've got more fingers than apologies
My mouth speaks in silver tongues
I love the way you look at me
Sep 2017 · 312
A
Tupelo Sep 2017
***
As simple as the seasons
I'll say this how it comes
I'm dying to hold you
I want to taste your skin
Caress your body
and tell you about this love
This quiet simple thing
Aug 2017 · 287
Dallas
Tupelo Aug 2017
I hold these valentines close to my chest
They are all addressed to you,
You with the faith unbroken
You with such gentle intentions
It's not easy to quiet the sounds of the heart
Yet these love poems do the best they can
Aug 2017 · 250
Pungent
Tupelo Aug 2017
I miss Morpheus
The gentle slumber
Now I sleep to demons
Their claws on my dreams
The pain in this heart
Has never settled since you
Aug 2017 · 742
Truths
Tupelo Aug 2017
When I was young
I wished for a lover
Now I merely
Hope for a friend
Aug 2017 · 233
Steady
Tupelo Aug 2017
Steady is the heart
Of the lover who waits
Steady are the hands
Of the lover who wants
Steady is the mind
Of the lover who sees
How steady are
these parts of mine
These limbs that long
for the outline of another
Aug 2017 · 673
Mountains
Tupelo Aug 2017
Songs in the wind
The world overgrown
Reaching for the heavens
Drinking the light
Full from her love
Jun 2017 · 243
ode to chains
Tupelo Jun 2017
The islands took me as prisoner
Left me chained to their shores
I ate from the flesh of their earth
Burned under their titan of a sun
Sleep beneath the stars pointing home
The only map in the blackness of night
Scents of the salted sea still linger in my nostrils
I still feel the trade winds at my knees
Jun 2017 · 283
Before Bed
Tupelo Jun 2017
The worst pain is the kind you let sit,
Let it rest on your insides growing fat and fierce
Knowing that if it ever was to leave
You'd be terrified that you have nothing left to feel
Jun 2017 · 311
Price Tags
Tupelo Jun 2017
You got your drinking whiskey
The kind that you sip to remember
You drink to laugh and cry
Scrap books liquified and bottled
With a cork and a price tag
Than you got your warming whiskey
The kind you drink to feel summer  inside your ribcage
The kind that melts the winter in your thoughts
and leaves you on the floor in a spring embrace
Lately I've been drinking whiskey
Strolling through the aisles seeing all the bottles
Debating on which is one or the other
And deciding on what kind I need most
Jun 2017 · 321
Lock
Tupelo Jun 2017
These fabricated affections
Make a fortress beneath the skin
A labyrinth to this heart
An ocean in these lungs
The chains of confessions
Has made these words ever so fragile
May 2017 · 255
70
Tupelo May 2017
70
Smoke on my bedside
Fires beneath my pillows
Sleeping with the demons
Minefields for dreams
Crosshairs by morning
Bells ring by noon
May 2017 · 653
Chatter
Tupelo May 2017
This chatter around us
keeps calling for the
insides that we choose
to hold so close between us
May 2017 · 348
The lighthouse
Tupelo May 2017
This lighthouse of a body turns
as the evening rolls in
This fog of a week has been
clouding the thoughts that circle
round and round inside my head,
I still do not know what it is that
makes these storms gather within myself
Still do not know how to make
all the thunder in me settle to a hum
I still guide the ships home at night
I still stand tall in the rain
May 2017 · 240
To be young
Tupelo May 2017
I was in love with my youth
The new of your figure
The burning in my lungs
My heart raced like the tempo
I wore badges of stolen honor
Parts of me wanted to rest
I burned out everything
Wrote textbooks of words
All of them said the same thing
None of them spelt the meaning
May 2017 · 831
The longing heart
Tupelo May 2017
I hope you understand
Why I choose to pen my heart
Rather than to speak my insides
May 2017 · 473
Sirens
Tupelo May 2017
I want your name etched in my spine
After the twilights where our bodies
Sing the songs too simple for the seas
So close to feel too far to touch
May 2017 · 571
Olives
Tupelo May 2017
This country of mine
Cries out for salvation
All directions point inward
And the rain comes ever too often
-
This country of mine
She is an empty well seductress
Preying on the thirst of the wanting
-
This country of mine
Is the silent orchestra
The songs ofthe jail yard
The cries from the underbelly
-
This country of mine
Is the most sorrowful of graves
May 2017 · 368
Honey
Tupelo May 2017
I've packed parts of me in boxes
To make space for the rest of you
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