i've made a mess of us.

i remember your words:

"someday, with someone".

in the style of wcw

WHAT DID I WANT FROM HER?!!

you're the dawn, if you were wondering.

dcfc forever ♥

but my heart always wins

she'll show you the answers

I'm tired of time

the answer lies in the arches

Here's a brief analysis of my own work...

We depend on that which is faraway—and we become cold for the wanting of it.

While you are physically "leaning against my shoulder", you feel to be leaning against the "dawn": leaning against something remote and faraway. That's what's hindering our relationship; we've lost our closeness.

That's why the hills are "sunken". That's why it's a "bunker", not a cottage or cabin.

Hence my injuries. Hence my lack of "peripheral vision": I could never quite make out what you were reaching for.

that's what i love about you.

I think I realise something for the first time:

you're a person I've never met,
but whom I've seen a thousand times.

i found something when we were apart.

humanity is dead. modernity has transformed us into monsters. we live in an abstraction of ideology.

schuyler, my dearest—

prove my hypotheses: tell me you don't love me.

life's hollow without you.

a feeling i get after a walk with melody and leaves.

"sunlight through the leaves" ♥

For Anusha.

I imagine you, standing in the starlight, ephemeral, radiant. You illuminate my world more than they ever could.

wpc wasn't who /i came to see

you/

and you—can make it last forever (you).

♥ SP

nature is just an expression of her.
(f. ellie)

ellie?

i wrote this as a progression: from a jumble of words to a depiction of an image. Rather like the rain itself, I think.

and ellie: I imagine you as a patch of colour in the rain.

e.r.
you-opened-my-heart-i-folded-the-page-with-your-name

f. ell

I just read Woody's poem (https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2582994/blunt-ed-beaks-and-clip-ped-wings-or-the-ugly-blackbirds-who-always-know-better-than-the-rest/ ) and realised that Vicki, a dear friend and constant supporter of mine, was compelled to delete her HP account as a result of harassment. I am terribly saddened by this occurrence, especially seeing as this site has been a wonderful environment for me to grow as a poet and post my work. I would like to respectfully ask Eliot and the moderators of HP to look into this and prevent any such events from ever happening on this site again. It's also the responsibility of us community members to help keep this a safe, supportive, and loving space. We must exercise our joint responsibility: stop harassment and bullying; stand up for what's right. And Vicki: I miss you.

ways)

f. ell (always)

"don't delete the kisses".

this is for ellie, the girl i've never met. ellie rowsell: i've fallen head-over-heels for you.

In my "words" hp profile, "eyes" is one of my most popularly used words. I can see why. I just find something so mysterious about eyes; I could write infinitely about them; I could spend eternity staring into their depths.

i want to fall in love

while trying to describe your blue eyes, the first thing I thought of was a paper airplane in a blue sky.

inspired by mbv's "lose my breath"

messing around with structure :)

my 100th poem on hepo