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Nov 2018 · 594
sun and moon


won’t waste a minute
unless i’m wasting it with U


Oct 2018 · 429
car crash


even after
a thousand coupes
i’m
still down for you


Oct 2018 · 1.5k
broken arrow
i crashed somewhere
your barren heart’s desert—
buried in sand
Oct 2018 · 374
still alive
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under stars
in the cold desert
mercy falls
like rain
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inshallah
Sep 2018 · 443
Surface to Air
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soaring - you breathe in
the blue velvet wrapped
around you
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Aug 2018 · 1.2k
i cannot fill it


your heart is empty
like a vast canyon of bones



Jun 2018 · 1.0k
land mines and heartbreak

sun bestowed, sparkling
lies infused
where legs used to be

Jun 2018 · 2.1k
divorce
wake with a wedding ring
sparkling next to you; fingerless
Apr 2018 · 10.2k
oh gods help me part 2
the sun drips
like
a
yellow yolk

oozes
down
the gold knots
of my spine
breathe the first of Spring days
the radio plays our favorite song

i see you backwards
quickly
all the times we had
vulnerable;
gone.

the sky is blue, the lake is blue
your eyes are blu
and they say i look like your
sister
oh gods. help me
i can’t feel anything
except you
and everything here is you
Edit: Thanks everybody! I didn’t realize this was a daily until later.
Apr 2018 · 427
oh gods help me
it’s warm today
the lake is blue
like your eyes
Apr 2018 · 427
no wonder why i loved you
all your words are full of hate
but so clean
Mar 2018 · 442
hope died out
winter might come sooner
than i’d like;
the lake froze
Actually ten words now x
we can talk ourselves
to death
can't say anything anyways
hello slurs into
i miss you s...
                        ...o much
days anesthetic infused with sun
i'm so sick of being tired
i'm so tired of being sick
your touch scares me sometimes
with how quickly it comes
and outlines my hands
then: Fade away beneath the skin.
At night comes my witching hour
but sometimes midday
my happiness dies suddenly
credits to JUDE for those first lines.
May 2017 · 595
May 1st
With that, April's last steps
left quietly
as they came
changed the tenses to make more sense i think
Apr 2017 · 1.5k
dance, girl, dance
white, white
you float
and
you twirl
lovely pallid movements
Apr 2017 · 971
My Love
she
is a
wildflower
filled with
a fusillade of
pollen
Haha i mispelled the word.
Mar 2017 · 510
thunderhead
I'm curious about you
want to touch
the places
you've been
and the places
your body's touched

but my mind screams
like a thunder spirit
all you do is
use her
rock her back and forth
all you do is
use ******
rock back and forth

South side
acting west side
and no direction
in my eyes
no future and I'm feeling
more and more
like a waste of time
nothing new
Mar 2017 · 426
Pretty Ring Spring



I wear these rings and scars
and deaths with pride




Mar 2017 · 2.6k
Jupiter
there are drops of Jupiter
in your hair
and
laughing jewels trickling
out your eyes
a harem of moons
hanging from
your pretty ears
constellations your
background music

even when i look at your
night face,
comfort and in peace
i am reminded that
yes,
even the largest of bodies
can be coaxed into their
loving orbit
the lord of worlds
fits inside your
smooth palms
and cancer
is surmountable.
repost from wayback when
Mar 2017 · 903
fvck
Sunday I met you
and now it's Thursday
haven't left your bed
since

Spring weather so riotous
and erratic
love so dangerous it breaks
hearts and bedsprings
bent blankets and electric
tingles hands scraping
each other's bodies
inspired by a friend, the seatbelt effect's poem
Mar 2017 · 840
An emptiness
3 generations of dust gathered
on a groove outside my
window,
breeze licks hair licks salt to nose
are we all not
here but to suffer
in our own forgetful minds

This loneliness and sunny languor
is a mirage
so big I cannot fathom
it, nor can I remember
my sadness's Name
i fixed the error, but it trended oops
Mar 2017 · 363
for a lover
For a lover long ago
you were standing on my
beating chest
I was younger, melic
in my nervousness
washed in that garden
you traversed with me
can you even see my face
from up there?

or is every fable
from your feed true?
Joy's a woman and
that woman is no longer
I
Jan 2017 · 506
death of an earth girl
rain touches earth girl
first time in months
she wonders what curse is next to
lay between borders and train tracks
promising to be broken
that's the way she went

hear me in my silence
im not a good offer of condolence
plea bargains no good enough
your eyes of lakewater, me a pretty face
but i am a stranger to you
and i look like earth
Jan 2017 · 403
:(
:(
Stuck on your phone
colliding violently
like water and oil
but I just want you
to get up and take me
we never mixed well

and soon a gated community
is gonna be made atop of an
old hangout spot
we'd escape out our windows
to meet up at
how these times escape the tips
of our fingers
Jan 2017 · 501
:p
:p
baby please dont go
feel your beautiful body
naked spine of windy America

like jameson nights
i pick dare over truth
and feel sweat over
a bleeding glass

didn't cut me
or break me
kiss away the bad news
a... repost i think idk
Cheese (my cat)
jumps on my back-
and then meows
Sep 2016 · 307
Ü
Ü
electrical in motion.
intuitive in function.
spiritual in tendency.
woman.
Aug 2016 · 465
Checkpoint on the Hill
the wildflowers
burst and bloom and carpet bomb
the hillside
despite everything, they were pretty.
Aug 2016 · 633
Hostile Skies
Eagle eye skies
brush hornets~*

taunt

candy dropped
from clouds.
Jun 2016 · 882
Work Bulletin Board Today
it's ok to:

        1 prefer tea over coffee
        2 say i don't know
        3 have off days
        4 have days off
        5 ask questions
        6 work how you want to work
        7 tidy desk
        8 messy desk
        9 hand messy phone calls to me
      10 depend on the team
      11 forget things
      12 use the bathroom when you need to
      13 wear sweats every friday
      14 have quiet days
      15 have loud days where you joke and laugh

Have a good ****-day. We almost made it to the weekend!
May 2016 · 820
fml lol
u got me waiting
blue eyed dreamer girl
like

eating dreams
we on an ultralight beam
and evenings are gold

you got to know i haven't
always felt like this
heaven's got dawn streets
laced with honey-faith
and sunlight texture

grace my feet
and i **** with that
just with your friends
and your blue eyes

/****/
so smitten.
May 2016 · 764
she's a bad cinco de mayo
fall in love with the idea of drugs
shed skin and become the person
your parents told you to never be

without ever noticing you're growing
up at the speed of light
seven sleepless days and you're feeling loose

under the belly of a windless night
rorschach tests, bottles and naked america
clothing herself next to you while you scroll through your phone
Apr 2016 · 1.8k
a lot of drugs have
pretty names, but you have the prettiest.*
angel's white dust pushed around by
the dingy desert winds dry meadow murmurs.

heated leather seats, **** smooth leather pants
and slender, skinny beautiful body with
a name attached to it, smoke smelled
of burnt raspberries

and the conversation burned like them too,
i feel things for you and perhaps
transparently similiar damage
bleeding rubies out like sap

the conversations dripped like sap too.
Apr 2016 · 1.2k
spring broken
woke with hypothermic and shaky skin
a thought: we are made of street lamps
and damp grass feet dripping dew tonight

we live in the color blue under electric moon
and my skin and clothes will be lined up
on top of the dresser for you to sink your teeth in later

my hands are cold in their lipping grasps but your
hips are warm, and desert breathes dragonfly
and smells of chlorine, our legs kaleidoscope

in the pool's reflection.
i am still cold, i am still in spring breaks
broken and inviting your scent back in my life.
this girl and i went a little off during break
Mar 2016 · 1.2k
eat emeralds
pool chairs.
eating emeralds
smoking insects
and becoming the locust
of the world.

party looking like bloodletting
indoor wallpaper rosyblurry violent cough
and vision up like a promised land
windy alcove and energized balcony chats

my fear of heights, lime nicotine
you'll save my anxiety taking me home
naked to the core underwear and bra
talking quietly as you drunk drive
lonely dragonfly intersection intertwined
fingers and again - those kingly emeralds
of course, written after saint pat's
Mar 2016 · 1.8k
68 poems later
i've written sixty eight poems
on adderall in an hour and all of them
are living up and getting married
having kids and taking three week
vacations in the carribean
living fulfilled lives under no control

healthy, fruit dripping naturally
even when things go wrong
they sleep soundly.
i am distracted by how perfect they are
and admire them with jealousy
when i should be asleep
Mar 2016 · 1.3k
feelin' lifted
mr death's blue eyed girl
night falls and she's in the bathroom
again with a pocket of pills and her will
to live faltering or shivering in the corner*

the vintage radio plays and she's
stuck in the sweltering heat alone
in the kitchen, hero left her the victim
and she's bending silver spoons with her mind

saying she knows what he's thinking
a psychic or an unbearable palm reader
and she's suddenly taking off again
perhaps some other guy will pick that will to live up

with his nimble fingers and lovely wrists
she was the victim, but she's feeling lifted
again into small fragile scopes of life
Mar 2016 · 966
nicolette
it's too boring to be simply up to no good
vanilla skin and ashen lips, shaking hands
sly, slender nostrils that started drip wine again
convinced she's not a person without him

when she laughs that cool laugh
these straight lines that keep her
coiled and uncoiling again
she smells like absolut and lust, cheap perfume
Mar 2016 · 2.4k
how forgettable
prophet tongue with
stabbing perceptions
i gave him my name
while in bed.

soft white curtains
though still chamber thick
cold steel hands
and the room sliced into pieces
by morning light
but haunted by night sounds
crept into open wounds of the heart

chills.

his hand
resting on my thigh while he snores
summer bruised and adventurous
though callous youth
with his unbandaged scabbed knee
skating last night.

moment forgotten in the carride
but a stone monument staring
at me on the kitchen counter.
sorry michael.
Mar 2016 · 6.3k
twisting
letting loose old chains
you and your wry laughter
defeated by the day old machines
of life and their constant clogging

time's hands tear into spring
nail first, peeling off the light constricting canopy
twisting barbwire off delicate skin
strangling you on a couch from hell

wake up to the smell of bourbon
and dead roses - so pretty
your lashes creating the shadows
on your gaunt cheekbones,
and your name is Soul
i struggle a ton with full length poems but thank you all for reading

edit: thank you, sexywiggle, for lighting this poem up
Feb 2016 · 1.3k
italic exhaustion
[doesn't every ugly thing
look good in cursive?]*

tattoo the image as a sleeve
like i'm too young to care
if you're taking care of yourself
vinylrecordshatteringvulnerableOHSO
it's not even summer yet
and i already know i ain't over a **** thing
love like your slender, lanky long body

large brown eyes and the smell of
smoke in your hair
hazel honey energy, making out on the balcony
promise land really is just a graveyard
of discarded lights like you and i
in the middle of a desert
and i can't think straight, not since your lips
first captured mine
Feb 2016 · 912
sometimes
i want to be a somebody to someone
to carry more than just a solitary wail
of a train across a train track north
in the view of a blazing, starry night
and the view of withered fields

i want to carry this torch boldly into
the sunset horizon, to love and to cast
caution to the wind with reckless abandon
that tigress that cannot be tamed
one who wins all the arm wrestles

travel six times around the globe
and see everything with my hands
not just my eyes

other times, i can just curl up
and realize the only thing i can do
is relinquish myself in the crevice
of your arm and shoulder quietly
equal passion there as much as the silence
of the unknowns out there
Feb 2016 · 668
hall of fame
thin as bible pages, tough as barbwire-
love not forgotten.
Jan 2016 · 870
missing u
thick laughter and full bellied countries
and oceans between us, but messages
in bottles helped alleviate the tetchy loneliness
white gold wine, paul mitchell shampoo
velvet scented, beguiling homesickness
in this neon sadness the february rain dumps
victim of starry angel teeth, sinking into my skin
dirt is flower rust, love is southern gothic
miles are scars along the wires and satellites
creeping treacle blues.
Jan 2016 · 947
hit and love, runner
ash stains and cosmopolatin zines
bathroom savoring night-rain
like lorn and lone trucker tobacco
sky forged in dark blues outside a cracked
window, like you in the closet ****
but the door opened up enough to tell.

1. flesh simpering but the voice a sullen
conversation of silence and broke dreams
television with hundred and forty channels
and half open beer cans.

2. silence still drags kissing and murdered
autumns, shadow of hands over flush skin
lurking moonlight invited.

in morning i'll wake with a human
but tonight you are a god with your hands
roaming my hipbones & sleep with
you, my mind running thoughts
like trains on spinal cord railroads
Jan 2016 · 1.1k
real fairyfail teething
settled in a glass grown vineyard,
the sleep-addled living room
door with gutteral hinges, making friends
with pall mall smoke rings
and let ghost blood spill all over
on couches and our moncler's
wake up to the sound of you crying
on the staircase feeling the scratchy carpet
through blankets on the bed
like my heart is teething, hurting again
he picked me up and lay me there
like you once did except you've been dead
for five years
Jan 2016 · 1.0k
when angels sweat
then there is you in all your theatricality
chasing gelid wind like its a nowhere job
selfies on snowy sidewalks
have we more time than just one
or two? have you enough of my futility?
when angels sweat they let out
icy winds and rain but
when you carassed my cheek
i felt the cool of the breeze smoothing my skin
and i understood to make my feet move
after the wind and never stop
Jan 2016 · 1.2k
im still alive
in already @ first streetlamp
the ocean states away
with my broken complacency,
new deserts, mollasses blood
settled in my feet within each footprint
lunar lisping in the night air
augment consolement in me
because i feel empty
eyes swimming in the new view
am trying full length poems instead of 10w's and yeah.
Nov 2015 · 562
swept
oh the relentless, rippling rain
the lurking, lowly, languid noon
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