#gah
I tried and tried
for so long.
Suddenly
I was exhausted.
My mind growing weary,
I decided that my
time had come.
Oct 15, 2016
Oct 15, 2016 at 7:05 PM UTC
Your truth is sweet.
Mine is sharp.
I cut away at you, without meaning to,
my hands are scissors,
yours are feathers.
Icarus, do not let me be your sun.
Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 6:06 PM UTC
a throbbing that
presses in and
forward from
the back of the
head eyeballs
squeezed gently
in the palm of
the orbita to
serve as reminder
of the pain of
shrinking the fear
of compaction
warm lights that
stab and radiate
as taste lingers
on the sides and
back of the tongue
swallowing the
nostalgia as forceps
press tight enough
to lift the brain out
of the cranium
vibrations and the
ringing that is too
much to seek out
grating cheese along
a brick wall as temple
rubs lose their power
in stressed syllables
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 11:58 PM UTC
How could I answer
When you just asked me that way?
'Course I don't hate you.
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 2:14 PM UTC