Timid angels
do not whisper
they roar

do not ask why

you watch clocks
like children watch
their parents cry

silence is a virtue

your heart pumps
blue oceans
and ash
and burnt paper

your words explode like atom bombs

your eyes are
shallow puddles
flecked with
circling fins

you are footprints in the snow

I am the reason
you fell from grace
I am
original sin

we are not contained within our bodies

"If timid angels
roar imagine
what the
loud ones do."

i could tell you i miss you
until my lungs collapse into
sharp fragments
reflecting every moment
you took my breath away.

but you've heard it repeated
like a sacred hymn
whose tune no longer
stirs you.

so tonight i'll say "goodbye" instead.
and "i hope he's worth it."

To touch and to feel seem to me, two opposing forces.
And a hundred men may touch you
in a hundred different places
but that does not mean that
you will feel a thing.

To look and to see are acts, it seems,
committed by two different organs.
So when their eyes fall on you and
you do not feel the catastrophically
heavy weight of them, please know
that they have not seen a thing.

To hear and to listen do not coincide.
And though they may smile and nod
when you tell them about the first time
you fell in love, it means nothing if your
laughter is not swallowed like it's the deep
blue water in the desert of their lives.

To know and to understand,
to know and to understand
can be as different as rain and fire
and while they may know exactly
what to say to make your insides
ignite, that does not mean they understand
that there are days when your skin feels like glass
that could shatter in an instant if his skin meets yours.

I'll call her the beholder
Because there is beauty in her eyes,
And for the price of her infinite touch
I will linger, clinging to her side

even in my dreams you pass through,
carrying with you a beauty
deep and indifferent

and from frozen lips
you leak my name
slowly,
consciously

then we watch it linger
in the cold, pale air
until it consumes, entirely,
the silence that surrounds it

like only your words can

and I knew it was real when
you said        I love you
   and I said         I love you more
      and you said
                                          "impossible."

"Have you ever seen someone create a rainbow with a 12-Gauge shotgun"

10
I'd thought about that new year's kiss
even during the months no one cared
about the holiday
Only to find my crush
with her ex, trying to decide
who's tongue tasted better

9
And while my ex
is receiving cute texts
from a new man,
I'm higher than I've
ever been
nurturing a borderline
****** relationship
with a bag of Doritos

8
And my friends were laughing
in the back seat
because I said
"The moon is sideways"
and I guess
they couldn't see the
poetry in that.

7
And though I didn't receive
a midnight kiss,
I'll most likely be receiving
a ticket for Indecent Exposure
in the mail.

So it wasn't a total loss.

6
And instead of wishing for happiness
I wished for the ability
to properly express the rest of my emotions
in hopes of achieving it.

5
And I hoped to dis-acquaint
myself from feeling lonely
in rooms so full of people
I can't even move
or think

4
And my friends are close
and I think they were
expecting more

3
And my sister
inadvertently became the
goddess of drunk girls

2
And seeing love fail
in nearly every direction,
I closed my eyes

1
People shout Happy New Year
but only truly wish it on
themselves

You don't look a day over green eyes staring blankly into waste baskets carefully selecting pieces of yourself that you want to place inside and when you find that missing puzzle piece don't drop it in place but instead swallow it whole and maybe then you'll understand that some holes were never meant to be filled