#acute
Sometimes I forget
My own handwriting
And my "A"s come out wrong
Not looking at all like me
So I have to look back
At poems from yesterday
And forge my own signature
If I manage to remember
Where I set my pen down
Jul 22, 2018
Jul 22, 2018 at 12:43 AM UTC
You've ripped my heart in two,
Half of me will remain with you.
I will wonder half empty
Until I'm still, and even then I can only feel,
half full.
This perjury of love has yet to be understood. Holding these Acute symptoms while stepping forward.
I now understand surgery can only be done with my own two hands when Two steps back only arrested my cardiac.
Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 12:43 PM UTC
You Are low,
show me your petals.
She lives life like the
silence of falling snow,
or like the smell of
fresh rain on her skin.
Pretty pink petals pull
open for me to taste
her sweet nectar,
let us pollinate.
I'm losing my souls
a step at a time.
My ears get hot when you
**** me at gunpoint.
Mar 25, 2015
Mar 25, 2015 at 9:31 PM UTC
*"My future ex-wife,
are you still alive?"*
The thought hit me as I was out of cigarettes one Monday morning, when I remembered that the previous night I was only able to smoke half of my last one. I had put the shorted cigarette underneath of a spring doorstop, still in plastic and uninstalled, that lay resting on the brick pillars erected on the front porch of the house. For as long as I've lived there, that doorstop had been lying on those painted bricks just waiting for a half of a cigarette to protect from the wind and snow.
The filter, on that common Monday morning, was ice on my lips, and your frostbitten love was inside of my lungs.
As it smoldered and spewed twirling blue swirls,
I sat and recollected upon you.
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 9:23 PM UTC
Soon I will get far
Beneath our footsteps on a long shore,
The sand is soft and promising
And there she is
A beautiful muse
Waiting for me like there's no fear
In the world
Looking forward for challenges
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 8:51 AM UTC