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 Nov 2015 G
September
Holo
 Nov 2015 G
September
sappy lately, maybe happy lately,
maybe lately just greatly lonely?
 Nov 2015 G
September
I lacked you
 Nov 2015 G
September
I act, I react—
I did not impact your life the exact way you did mine.
You attract me.

I act, I react—
You were the one fact
I could never forget
and I was abstract.
I know I was only there to distract you
from your other lover
who did not love you
as much as I.

I act, I react
and I follow the path
that subtracts
you
from
me.
 May 2015 G
September

I WANT YOU TO LAUGH LIKE YOU USED TO AT THOSE CAT VIDEOS AFTER I MADE YOU WATCH A HORROR MOVIE. I WANT YOU TO LAUGH LIKE YOU WERE WATCHING YOUR OLDER BROTHER FALL OFF HIS BIKE. I WANT YOU TO LAUGH AT ME BECAUSE IT DIDN'T HURT AS MUCH AS IT SHOULD HAVE. I WANT YOU TO LAUGH LIKE YOU FORGOT WHAT WE WERE LAUGHING ABOUT. I WANT YOU TO LAUGH LIKE YOU WERE LIVING IN A WORLD WHERE THE ONLY TIME YOUR MOTHER WENT TO THE HOSPITAL WAS TO HAVE YOU. I WANT YOU TO LAUGH LIKE YOU FORGOT YOU DON'T TALK TO ME ANYMORE. I WANT YOU TO LAUGH. I WANT YOU. I WANT. I—

 Apr 2015 G
September
people die when we forget that they're alive in our minds
your memory is haunting me
 Mar 2015 G
September
family tree
 Mar 2015 G
September
i stay up late, lately
waiting for the day when i call you the wrong name—
the wrong syllables in the right mouth.
because that's the way i was taught
and this is the way i will teach you.
 Mar 2015 G
September
Insomnia
 Mar 2015 G
September
You don't sleep well, but I rest forever—
however , I'd trade sleep to never lose sight—
Oh, just to see your face
for every second of the night.
Trading health for insomnia
 Mar 2015 G
September
Nucleus Ocean
 Mar 2015 G
September
If I were your lover,
And you were across the seas—
I would swim my whole life
in the ocean's long breeze—
I would drown for your smile
Oh, regardless of degrees—
Just to love at your feet,
At your heels, at your knees.
happy birthday
 Feb 2015 G
September
When we were nine, you left your mother's home and told
the world you were going travelling. I still wait—
Hoping that maybe one day you will return with your sanity.

I have been waiting twelve years for you—and nineteen years from now,
I will be nineteen—because today is the day I start living,
sanely.
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 Feb 2015 G
September
Your skin is soft and mine is rough
to the touch—but somehow
you still let me taste you
with these rosebud fingertips
which have kissed pinkies
pricked thumbs.
I got lucky.
 Feb 2015 G
September
You call me a sinner but I am sure I am a saint—
My body is a temple and I will let you worship it.

Fibonacci was wrong:
the only fingerprint that God left
is on the corner of my thigh.
—and it has nothing to do with numbers.

I leave for Seattle today.
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