Sometimes,
Most of the time,
I am convinced
That you have
No idea,
No concept,
No glimmer of comprehension,
Of how much I love you.

But how could you?

No words could ever describe it;
No actions could ever demonstrate it;
No musical notes could ever sound as sweet;
No sunsets could ever appear as beautiful.

Yet, every day,
My mouth will speak;
My body will act;
My throat will sing;
My soul will paint the sky.

And Maybe,
Someday,
You will know.

you’re not the only one that matters

And maybe im saying this because people have constantly reminded me the same thing. And maybe I want someone to feel the same way as I felt. Maybe I wasn’t that kind. Maybe I wanted to see someone suffer just because I got hurt, and yes, I am that kind of person. Maybe I kept it in the back of my head and it kept messing with me. It comes back again and again and again.

Maybe there's a reason we fell apart,
Maybe we were meant to separate,
Maybe now isn't a good time for us,
But that's okay because I can wait.

Maybe we won't get together again,
Maybe you don't belong with me,
It's fine if you end up with someone else,
As long as it's what makes you happy.

Maybe we'll both find something better,
Maybe we will move on and forget goodbye,
But if one day you find yourself lonely,
Maybe we can give it another try.

Maybe the way the curve of your spine fits into me is an indication
of how the earth meets the sea.
Frothing, frigid and free

Maybe the way our lips convene is an illustration
of a star being born
Colliding, rising, expanding
With every breath we whisper to each other
the wind caresses the mountains in such delicate manners

Maybe the way our eyes meet
searching for a long lost landmark
{Home at last,
or at least until tomorrow}
reveal the discovery of deeper mysteries
Cold, comforting, coalescent

Maybe the simplest brush of skin
brings earthquakes to our veins
Seeped with unspoken words
warmth and peril rolled in one

Maybe, just maybe, the first ****** between two lovers
is the modern tsunami,
a flood of pleasure, teeming with emotions and laughter

The rain that lulls us to sleep
is the same as the water that cascades down cracks and cliffs
Racing to meet her soulmate,
Salt water
Fresh water
Two hearts beat in solidarity
Melting one into the other
Tongue on tongue
Fingertip to fingertip

Maybe the way we started is the way we end,
with nothing but empty space and deafening silence.

Meet the Man Out Beyond the Tree Line


We are war with the past forgotten; war for concrete edges.
We cannot feel or fail the forest, though destined to battle there.

White and grit like bone
Lost and found like home
Product of the unproductive
Won't be led but shown

We are peace no comfort lasting, peace in simple soulless shells.
We’ll secure a sainted sentry, to survey on our sleeping will.

Grey washed filter screens
Centered in the in-between
Cityscaping soil scraping
Man in making broke machines

We are at the dawn and waking; dawning over tree line breaks.
We have rustled steel and wire, to sow fleshly frames in fertile days.