morallygray

morallygray May 7

Deck railing with marks
From arms long laid on them
Sun spots flowed over skin
Visions of past lives in the field across
Where we once ran
Nostalgia is truly poison
So young yet trapped
inprisoned so deep
In a mind I carry
The weight of the moon
stars and earth alike
How I wish to break free
To be separate from it all
But when soul turns flesh
I stay for a while longer
Hoping to view my prison
From a third person point of view

morallygray May 4

Death named woman

She stands there
Scythe in hand
Cuts me down and asks for soul
In the wound I dig
The heart pulls out with ease
And I offer myself one more time
Hoping she may spare me
But her boots were stained red
From the many sacrifices before

morallygray May 2

Where we got high

A dog park of all places
you loved dogs very much
more than yourself
Oh if you could have been a fish
A panther
An alien
An idea
I think you'd have known your impact
One of a meteor birthing a 100 mile crater
All I got from you was the blues of your eyes
Like an ocean that seeped endlessly
Endless, you were

morallygray Apr 27

Water

A river between us
becomes a coast
when drowning in tears
A seashell at my feet
To hear the ocean calling
When only your sobs fill its void

morallygray Apr 23

Napkin

In a field, with just you and me
with birds and bees
as far as one's eye can reach
So real yet a picture that haunts me
Stationary, yet you move me
So deep I stare into you
Hoping to be the ant at your feet
or maybe the tree you lean on
I put you up to my mouth with hands behind
So that you can touch my lips and i can hold your head
thank you for keeping me clean

I wrote this about my friend's napkin of a scenic landscape of birds etc. Sidenote: she collects napkins. Isn't that sick?

#napkin

morallygray Apr 17

Amber

Poetry of you and me
Behind eyelids forever to see
In which darkness takes us over
Where it's not cold and we are sober
Insecurities become butterflies in our stomach to be set free
and we will spit them out to become empty
God knows what metaphor you are
through his voice your beauty's never marred
should I need to pave every brick 1000 times over
I will make your first step so much closer

morallygray Apr 12

Rot

I sit head in hands
to contain myself
because I'm sinking within
I can feel the rot take over me
It has turned a sunrise to an overcast
the song of morning doves to a cacophony of yells
Should I seek flesh for help
I realized their eyes have become binoculars
And their love to merely words
So I will lay here with the earth
Hoping something beautiful may emerge from me
So that the rot may die and never touch another