26 | 31 Poems for August 2017

These pictures sharpen the edges of blunt memories.
All I ever wanted was for you to feel my words like Braille.
But somehow you were blinded by the sight of someone else’s love.
All I ever wanted was to be the poem written on the pages of your soul.
I constantly keep reminiscing about the days when I used to feel whole.
Whenever I’m feeling low, I get high off the thought of blunt memories.
I need love and freedom – I need to let you and all our memories go.
Our love is as deep as the ocean but I can no longer go with the flow.
I may never find a reality worth dreaming about if my heart is filled with doubt.
All I have left are these pictures of you that slowly sharpen the edges of our blunt memories.
If your blunt ever lasts longer than our conversations then I hope you’ll get high off the thought of you and me.

i write.
no, i don't write because you asked me months ago.
i write because, well, i just do.
i dont want to but my mind is in a mess and my heart is aching so i think the best way to get rid of it is by
writing.
i write everything.
i remember once i wrote about how wet my hands when we went out for the first time.
or the time when my heartbeat was too loud that you said you could feel it when you were holding me between your arms.
oh
and i once wrote about my feeling when you told me that you had to leave me because of your parents, and our tears went down together through our phones.
and recently i wrote about how you found someone else but still asking me to go out, yet there you are throwing flowers and ***** over her face.
i write to calm my mind.
writing is good for my mind,
but not for my heart.

Do you stare
At a devil
In your shadow
I do?

Does he ask you
Or threaten you
Where to begin?

Rhetorical functioning inhibbited
Playing once again
With the demons
Called friends

Some are nice
Yet some too revengeful
To let in

Do other angels
Call like she used to
Singing sweet lullabies
But all you give
Them is fables

Spotlighted gaze
I hunt this maze
For self denying sacrifice

Only second
Isn't right
And turning left
Is now
Out of sight

once then a time been a morn' shine a day grown
into a full year it seems stunningly glare-ing
me into a sudden reality
it spoke commonly about
a heart and a wink a kiss a soft shoulder
pink
on a bank of a river flowed
small animals testaments
they gathered round
for this was magical
a story of  
many textual diddy contraptions and she
was sure
me was her one
and it hearted warmed calmed me
and felt me like I needed
all surety and  conceptions with dreams
all colliding
in stardust dreams and moonbeams
with moon pies and hot coffee
and confessions
penetrations are awaiting
ears are amazing

I know it when I look at you
I’m stirring in your sky
thunderbolts rise up within
telling us to come inside

I feel the wind whip up again
to drowned out all the chaff
scare the flooded fields of crow
lightning deep in us to crash

I built this bed for us by hand
back when those oaks fell
it washed out all the roads to you
rain soaked sheets of skin avail

I’m not what you want to want
you look amazing in afraid
I will hold you tight this time
enough to feel your windows shake

I wish that we could try again
but I will get you back to town
wait and dry out here for you
pray your storm comes back around