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May 2014 · 360
Dancing
Stephen May 2014
I ran my fingers through your hair

Ran my words through your insecurities

I was high

Serotonin

Dancing

It all seems so distant

We looked at the stars

We didn't look at each other

You are my friend

I will crash so soon
May 2014 · 253
New places
Stephen May 2014
Now this place
Has the stains of my sadness
May 2014 · 3.2k
Mcdonalds
Stephen May 2014
I'm in a mcdonalds parking lot

Thinking about what a ******* wreck some of this town is

But you'll get that anywhere anyway

Because what can we help doing

When were driven by desires

We **** it all up

Even ourselves

Look at this food I'm eating

It's all ****


But I see bright lights

In the eyes of even the homeless
May 2014 · 463
Homeless
Stephen May 2014
Well I feel it in me now
I said
Your lovely cheeks becoming red
I feel the tired tightness
In my chest and in my bones
Variations on the theme of
"Will I ever have a home?"
I think I love you
Whispered you
In my ears and flowing through
The air around our touching lips
Moments before the moment rips
Itself beside its fragile frame
There is no there
It's all the same
This time and then
What happens next
Like remnants of some withered text
A marble statue of my passions
The instant that they
Fall away
May 2014 · 352
Harmonies
Stephen May 2014
I smile as tears fall down my cheeks
Saltwater as response
Tear ducts open to melancholy music
I smile because I am experienced
I know these tears like family
And yes the thought of my family makes me cry
They are all like songs themselves
Tragic and cutting deep
I cannot look at them
without
       falling

Violin harmonizes with her voice
My soul harmonizes with the ambiance
The atmosphere of this place is
Haunting
Apr 2014 · 750
Breathing
Stephen Apr 2014
Static surrounds my body
Unholy
Crackling sound
Spaces between the places
Between what's real
My fingers trace figure eights
On book spines
Compromising with air
Bartering exhale for breath
Apr 2014 · 423
Alive
Stephen Apr 2014
Open
Heavy Eyelids
It is Still Morning
The sun is still outside waiting
To touch the perspiring skin of the uninitiated
This world is no perfect circle
You are no machine
You are
Alive
Stephen Apr 2014
And if I could only slow down
Part my fragile self-conscious lips
Let these frail wisps of language escape their cage

Instead of shooting them like cannons
Into the walls that everyone puts up
It does no good to destroy you

And so I look out a window
At stalks of untrimmed weeds blowing
And sun guiding their unhurried gait
Apr 2014 · 401
Pitfalls of desire
Stephen Apr 2014
I don't have the courage to touch a woman
(I lay down a line of a white powder)

I don't have the power to maintain silence
(face to table, inward vacuum of powder)

I want to feel her hair
(I lay back my head and close my eyes)

I fantasize about commanding her attention
(I swallow the pill)

I need to hear your secrets
(drink after drink after drink)

Need you to read my words and love me
(swallowed whole by emptiness)

Need to be needed
(need to forget this world)
Apr 2014 · 469
Ferment
Stephen Apr 2014
Yeah these words flow through me now

Now they fall off my fingers like shedding skin

Get caught in my throat and fall back down through my neck

When I try to say them

So they ferment in my soul
Apr 2014 · 375
Bloodstream
Stephen Apr 2014
This is the sound

Of a heart being ground down into a fine dust

Lined up on a mirror as you gaze into your own eyes

And shot through your blood with a stainless hundred dollar bill
Apr 2014 · 1.1k
Underwater
Stephen Apr 2014
Ears pop as the pressure builds above your head

It's quiet down here

silence surrounds you as you willingly
sink
into the darkening depths

small flashes of light you see down below
glints of teeth and scales
a flicker of a gargantuan tail

It's darker than anything else

above you light refracts into the water
the light has no eyes
it cannot see
and soon you will not see either

holding off the final breath

but you know it's inevitable

dare you?

breathe
sink
dark
Apr 2014 · 376
Trees
Stephen Apr 2014
You carefully placed the shackles over my heart

And held your posture in a careless poise

As if the galaxies around your head

And the golden clouds spinning from your lips

Were as natural and as merely there

As the pollen falling off trees in the summer

Before you died during the winter

Just like the trees

That you used to play in the roots of as a child,

The moss around you transferring its spirit into you

Unknowingly

Growing into a fragile disenchantment

A fragile discord

A fragment of an untrue memory

Worth dying for

So you chased the golden threads

That ran though your experience of life

Like some starving prospector

Searching always for the dream that would make you

Whole

But deep down you knew that your dreams

Were woven into an ethereal tapestry

Crumbling

Paint chipping off a cracked concrete wall

Withering to a powdered dust

Oh you knew

You knew

That I wished I could have understood

What our bodies together would have felt like

Maybe like the bark of my childhood trees

Divulging secrets into my ears

That no one would ever understand

But me

— The End —