Lashes

Soft like petals

Eyes

Likes cloudy stones

Covered in soft soil

I like to watch you

Dreams like clouds

And roses

And rain

I think

You are pretty

And I like to watch

Your hands move

Your pencil,

Making

Your eyes, moving

I like to watch

$12.83
And some change
That I’ve been waiting for
Shove it deep into my pocket
Next to letters scribbled
Un-alphabetically
On the back of a receipt
Letters destined for a screen
Hypocrisy
Two tacos and a tea
Cat food and Zoloft
All my favorite things
$11.29
Am I happy yet?
Am I happy yet?
Am I happy yet?

You gift me gold,
bringing back old habits,
remember though that
I never aimed for the stars
nor the way they shine,

I wear the gold around my neck,
with no sparkles in my eyes,
wishing it was silver instead,

you see;
gold bends and stretches,
but silver reflects and deflects,
it can handle reality,
even when things heat up.

The sewer of my mouth
Pours a
distasteful evocation.

here we sit,
painted by the autumn glow of the sun.
Just on the edge
Towards spinning iridescent
Thoughts.

This presents soft soothing moisture... emotions congregate
Above the taste of vernacular.
And I sit,
Watching the lingering face of death
The times I see are ready to excavate into that strawberry sweet remedy
By the face
Of her seductive charm.

do you remember,
you hadn't seen snow before?
your lips burned with cold.

I want to be her
The girl you see
When you look at me
Flawless, kind, selfless
And around you, I am
But I hate her
She’s your creation
She doesn’t belong to me
If you let me go
I will tear myself apart
The last threads will sever
I will release
What you taught me
To pressurize inside
And after my eruption
I will sit in my own ashes
And rebuild myself
Out of the embers