#ambiguous
The white quarter socks with pink flowers in the bottom corner of my dresser (grey now)
The brown rope hammock at the Botanical Gardens
College dorms
April
Blue light glasses
UPS Trucks (and whatever they’re carrying)
Dark flannels
Pink and navy and gold (and cinderblock walls)
Magic mushrooms
The bridge halfway down at Max Patch (the beginning of the end)
Electric bills (in summer time heat)
Harry Potter
Halloween
Scoreboards (and their keepers)
Psychics in Manhattan
Cheap water bottles
Linguists
Architects
Couch ***
Vans (the sneakers)
Personality tests
Long, natural nails
Duffle bags
Biscuits at sunrise
Living Sadness in a world that doesn’t stop moving,
Just because you’re sad
Forgiveness on the tip of the tongue
The strange intimacy of unspoken truths
Of sacred silence
Of quiet, forbidden longing
The mad unfurling of a blueish love-
A love somewhere between earth and sky
Friend and Foe
Flame and ash and all that burns
Folding a corner
Turning a page
Finishing a book
Keeping it on the shelf
Forever,
Even if just for the memory
These are the things,
The things that make me think of you.
Aug 28, 2025
Aug 28, 2025 at 6:53 PM UTC
I’ll ask you a question
A mention of my own construct
Dumbstruck by the human you are
This question has boundaries
But boundless my concepts
Cut down trees, erase all the nonsense
Make sure I’ve got your full attention
My luck I’ll be testing
Look I’ve got a confession
I don’t know what will be the question.
Hands up if you’re going crazy
Hands up if you want to get involved
Hands up if you’re going crazy
Hands up if you feel like you’ve been absolved
I don’t know what will be the question.
My mouth is sewn shut
Got a head full of stardust
Now shall we all start the session?
Butterflies inside my gut
A cocoon for my construct
I still don’t know what will be the question.
Hands up if you’re going crazy
Hands up if you want to get involved
Hands up if you’re going crazy
Hands up if you feel like you’ve been absolved
I don’t know what will be the question.
Apr 22, 2025
Apr 22, 2025 at 2:45 AM UTC
I look up;
The mighty ships
Drift slowly hither.
They stop for a while,
Looming over the plains
Attacking the fields,
And the meadows,
And the gardens.
A beautiful attack,
Alleviating despair.
The fresh scent of the Earth
And fragrances from the new blooms
Fill the air;
It is as if this landscape
Just learned of colour.
But the ships anchor not,
For they must bring life and hope elsewhere too,
And they drift slowly thither.
Oct 26, 2024
Oct 26, 2024 at 9:26 AM UTC
On world poetry day
I'm a tortured poet
When my ambiguous words
And meanings
Touch your soul
Mar 21, 2024
Mar 21, 2024 at 2:07 PM UTC
You kept sending me mixed signals
A week ago, you were telling me you miss me
Now you're saying you wanna call it quits
Remember when you joked about being obsessed with me lately?
I so badly wanted to know what changed
between you being sober and after a bottle of gin
Feb 8, 2022
Feb 8, 2022 at 9:45 PM UTC
Do you ever just pine for someone?
The way they smile while talking to a loved one
That bright and easy laugh, the gleam in their eye, the knowing...the realization that you're watching them enjoy themselves from across the room
Or maybe you're just a spectral spectator
Flipping through photo albums, looking through photos that are a permanent snapshot
A moment in time
A second
A few minutes
Of them smiling among a gathering of friends
They're so happy, they're so brightened and unassuming in their youthful zeal
You can hear the bursts of laughter
The peals of it
Disjointed conversations among friends
Maybe one or two have passed on
Maybe they just lost touch with them
But you look at them now
All the same
You really look at them
You realize that they've changed so much from the person they were in those pictures
No more bright laughter
No more infectious smiles
No more disjointed conversations with gatherings of friends
No more college bar hopping
No more wandering the backstreets of Venice at night
Or Rome
Or Britain
Or Germany
No more spontaneous traveling
The light is dim now in their eyes
It's like the bulb inside of them has burned out
So...
You pine for them, for the person that they were yesterday, & days before, & years before you
entered their life
After your arrival, came a burial
Somewhere along the way
With the unspoken hurt
& unprocessed trauma
They died
And so ...
You grieve
Nov 9, 2021
Nov 9, 2021 at 10:47 PM UTC
I
I was told that faces persist, could wear away pebble, wind, and sand. Rivers, long and winding, and the rain, always so strange, mingle with rippling ashes of our ancestors, their fingers dipping through charcoal powder, tracing animals over stone’s face, carving bodies out of empty space, faded faces on walls. We are not a dream, they were saying. Not flashes of an aged old dream. Sand-like memory, look for us.
Apr 21, 2021
Apr 21, 2021 at 11:27 AM UTC
Filters litter the ground around me,
Slowly they fall to the abyss.
Waiting for time around me,
To go amiss.
We wait for the filters to fall,
so we may see reality once.
And all the while,
it leaves us behind
Dec 18, 2020
Dec 18, 2020 at 12:33 PM UTC
Within the seconds between night
And day,
In dusk and in dawn,
I dwell in the grey
And balance the moon with the sun.
May 26, 2020
May 26, 2020 at 1:14 AM UTC
"Pillar, pillar, pillar".
Gosh
who am I kidding?
"Support".
Maybe
you're my stability?
Falling,
however,
through your aid.
Upwards and downwards,
With and without you.
The latter seems fair,
though
the former too
don't.
So, or
help me
Dec 24, 2019
Dec 24, 2019 at 2:39 PM UTC
The cigarette was trailing down my throat like a ten-inch tapeworm
It was grounded, the bright look she gave.
I projected my disgust onto the rain.
This was my one shot to make a garden.
Jul 27, 2019
Jul 27, 2019 at 10:24 PM UTC
She’s a book.
No not a paperback, but a hardcover.
An inviting sight,
yet cold to the touch.
The scent of woody pages lingers,
the edges never ceasing
to cut your grazing finger
when you least expect it.
Her intricate words, unnecessarily bewildering
Her methaphorical phrases will have your head throbbing
as you so desperately search for their
meanings.
“Daedalian”, she would say,
“As in ingenious, intricate, and confusing”
You spend hours
figuring how to unravel her Delphic words.
The more you read the more complex she gets.
A thin line appears in the middle of her spine,
a crack,
from being opened and closed too much.
Her exhausted pages tattered and dog eared.
Your determination to solve her
was no match for her ambiguity.
She’s a hardcover
you’ll never finish reading.
Apr 2, 2019
Apr 2, 2019 at 12:20 PM UTC
Hush little baby, don't run away
Mama's gonna see you another day
And if that time is too much to bear,
Papa's gonna buy you a new blue chair
keep that blue chair close to you
I'll need it for the day you say "I do"
Shh little baby, wipe away those tears
There is something that you need to hear
I'll love seeing you again
remember that
It might be too soon
for you to accept,
but
...
.
She's dead *
Feb 18, 2019
Feb 18, 2019 at 3:01 PM UTC
The city knows
I'm no angel.
Please, darling,
I say to the skyscrapers,
If you don't like who I am, you'll like who I could be
I carved a map of Manhattan into my shoulder blades.
Unhinge my jaw into a smile
(oh my what big teeth you have)
The truth is I'm terrible at this.
All these
Working Class Angels, their
rabbity pulse beneath their skins
(I wonder if they taste like it too)
Cruel hungry city,
I feel your streets closing in,
your lamplights lurch forwards
waiting for a ******
Nov 11, 2018
Nov 11, 2018 at 9:55 PM UTC
I wonder where your mind takes you
when you're silent.
I wonder what your voice says to you
when you're in bed
or what scenarios could be playing
in your head.
Do you think of something new and exciting?
Something logical or political?
Do you think about only yourself or others too?
Or do you think of something impossible to understand
but not for you.
I wonder how you approach your mind,
I wonder what secrets you hide:
I wonder about the thoughts that comfort you in sadness,
saves you from madness.
The thoughts that give you balance and guidance,
maintenance and sustenance.
I wonder what dreams you dream while you sleep,
What thoughts do you hear while you're unconscious and defenseless.
I wonder what really is in your heart,
because the answers to these questions
is what truly sets us apart.
Oct 24, 2018
Oct 24, 2018 at 9:11 AM UTC
I’d rather honestly
Spill my feelings
With my words
Than,
Rely on
Ambiguous actions
Sep 30, 2018
Sep 30, 2018 at 6:46 PM UTC
What's eleven minutes to me?
Not a thing.
I have plenty of minutes.
Eleven minutes I shall spend.
What's eleven minutes to me?
It's worth something.
But I can't help myself.
Eleven minutes I shall spend again.
What's eleven minutes to me?
A waste.
At this stage, countless minutes I'll never get back.
Eleven minutes I wish I still had.
What's eleven minutes to me?
I'm afraid I can't answer that.
It's not that I don't want to.
I physically can't.
Because I am no longer physical.
Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 11:23 PM UTC
A feather flutters to the floor,
And as it lands I hear it roar.
Scrape of talons on the bark,
A sonic boom here in the dark.
Through the night two lovers run,
Wishing for warmth from the sun.
But when I say the night is done,
The love is gone, there's only one.
With two the darkness is exciting,
Absorb the flesh and let the night in.
With one the stars seem only frightening,
Blinded by the day, can't let the light in.
One thing to do, to stumble on,
To sing the magpie's lonely song.
Feb 15, 2018
Feb 15, 2018 at 2:56 AM UTC
Day in day out I ask myself
The same question again and again
I have an answer but don't speak out
How am I feeling?
Why am I holding on?
Why do I want to listen but not talk?
People tell me I'm optimistic
How can I not be?
When I have to use every smile as a stepping stone
A stepping stone that I have to preserve
I need to be like that
To see another tomorrow
Jan 30, 2018
Jan 30, 2018 at 4:40 PM UTC