we’ve been sitting here for like
an hour now
we are both on our phones and haven’t spoken
yet somehow this feeling
erases any loneliness i’ve felt in my eighteen years
and i would not change this.
a poem about enjoying someone’s presence
that the world was ending
there were explosions in the sky and everyone was feantic
very unlike me
to be afraid of death
i have tempted death
whispered him sweet nothings
but in my dream
i seemed to want nothing to do with him.
in my dream
i was frustrated that the world was ending at a time i thought unsuitable
because i was happy,
i find this funny because
i have wished the world to implode around me
for everything to cease to exist
a dream about the world ending
i’m told represents a major transition
or life changing event.
your life, as you currently know it, coming to an end.
maybe these years
of tempting death and cursing the world
are coming to an end.
a poem about a dream i had in which the world ended. also i graduate in sixteen days and i never thought i’d get this far. onwards and upwards.
i fear that when i love
it is far to much like a vine.
always longing to cling
and unable to grow alone
feeding off the sap of another
deteriorating any of my host trees
competing for their light
heavily vine laden trees grow more slowly
produce fewer seeds
and due to their deteriorative effects on trees
most people seem to advocate the removal of vines.
i fear that when i love it is far too parasitic.
a poem about loving with dependant personality disorder
body so full of stories
weary traveler, so fatigued
all her smiles
only ever seem lazy
mind like an empty cavern
hands like stone,
to hold or to hurt
glows when he talks
his words radiating through my body like rays of warm sunshine
melting through my bones
it happens in the spaces
between your hands,
the rosiness of your cheeks.
when you're laughing, and she cannot take her eyes off of you
you might not see it,
but it's there
growing in the midst of all the stillness.
a poem about catching feelings
"And at last,
I no longer have to roam
and I finally understand those
sailors who plant their lips to the ground,
I do the same with your body.
It's because you taste like home."
- Shane Koyczan
when im with you,
the world around me freezes.
a world that
i have not always gotten along with.
which usually feels like a speeding car
heading directly for me,
catching me like a deer in the headlights.
you feel like coming home
from a long trip
somewhere far away,
where i've been sleeping on a floor,
a blow up mattress.
uncomfortable and exhausted.
you are that feeling of climbing into my own bed once again,
finally getting a good nights sleep.
even if i could traverse to the ends of the earth.
i still don't think i would find a better home than right here in your arms.
a poem about someone i love
i cannot make my anger beautiful.
or my pain sweet.
i refuse to make this easier to swallow.
i am not yours to consume.