#inktober
The lush green blades,
pierced me with shades
of heaven, as they swayed
in the wind. I stayed
to see their dance,
and with every glance,
my heart rejoiced
as they carried on, poised.
Oct 6, 2020
Oct 6, 2020 at 12:10 PM UTC
ring² (/rɪŋ/)
verb
1. (of my ears) the thing they do when filled
with another disappointing, wordy silence, especially
when I'd so hoped to hear you say... Read more
• The thing my heart does when it hears
those 3 little emotion-packed words
(never said by you).
(See also, "disappointment")
Phrases: "Did you eat?", "Are you okay?",
"I made you breakfast..."
"I love you"
May 15, 2020
May 15, 2020 at 9:06 AM UTC
If I didn’t know any better,
I would say the light of the world
Pours out of the wide whites of your eyes,
And thunder is your belly-laugh bellow.
You are category five chaos
Giving me windfalls in my day.
If I didn’t know any better,
You just blow right on through
Just for you,
But it’s the seizure of my wrist into
Oh, this – ah here – oh that!
Door hinges revolt at the speed of this revolution,
The sidewalks remember our favorite tread.
You are a gale and a lee,
You force me to be me.
Nov 5, 2019
Nov 5, 2019 at 12:47 PM UTC
pieces of me leave their marks in the snow
hot and wet as they slip from cracks in my soul
did you know that rain is just ice that burnt in the sky
all this winter stardust was lucky to survive
do you know
why my body is freezing and flaming at once
lord please silence the beat of the drum
that hiccups inside me and sets fire to my lungs
your fingertips drift like summertime hummingbirds
youre stood before me, yet gone
why do i yearn
Nov 1, 2019
Nov 1, 2019 at 6:36 PM UTC
every smoking, electric chemical
balled into coals burning red and hot
white knuckles and eyes like swords
sharp and blinding in the sun
i light a match in the forest
and he throws himself into me,
inferno on his lips, in bared teeth
are we fighting? am i failing?
to **** a dragon that's already killed me
your breath is hot. your scales, rough,
are calloused hands that grip my collar
im breathless, but i havent thrown a punch
i see you falter.
are we fighting?
are you sure?
Nov 1, 2019
Nov 1, 2019 at 6:29 PM UTC
i see you, laying in the ashes
of the firestorm we've been dancing through
you were born in the heat of war
and winning's left you far too cold
gunpowder has settled in your lungs
though you try you cannot cough it up
all your life youve had to fight
so no one told you how to love
Nov 1, 2019
Nov 1, 2019 at 6:07 PM UTC
dear prince, your eyes seem light as the night
when heavy, new, and moonless
pray tell, where has luna strayed this time?
i know the truth, but to know a soul
and to be shown are separate things
Nov 1, 2019
Nov 1, 2019 at 6:04 PM UTC
You were wrong about me.
I am no halcyon,
no summer song,
but a wilted rose you picked
with its sharp thorns.
I wasn't a catch.
I am a fire hydrant's glass.
Something constantly left shattered
when it all goes up in smoke.
Oct 30, 2019
Oct 30, 2019 at 6:52 AM UTC
There were warning signs to beware,
great walls you had to climb,
more parcels inside,
sealed with labeled reminders
to handle with care.
That a wrong cut of a wire
could trigger explosives,
that the place wasn't just fragile,
it was also volatile.
There's a reason why
from miles away you'd been told
to keep your own distance.
Why this wasn't just something
you could happen to stumble upon,
but a shipwreck, a paper town,
a lost city you needed to find.
When it dawned upon you
that this was not paradise,
but a haunted cemetery of some kind,
you snuck your way back
to the hole you fell into;
burning the place to the ground,
like the ones who came before you.
Oct 8, 2019
Oct 8, 2019 at 8:59 AM UTC
van gogh
ate something toxic
in hopes of becoming
happy;
while others
simply sit around
being sad.
- v.m
Oct 2, 2018
Oct 2, 2018 at 5:09 AM UTC
*Love is Poison to Logic
The Heart a Murderer of the Mind*
Oct 1, 2018
Oct 1, 2018 at 5:31 AM UTC
Storytime: I have long worn this body as a mask, pinning my cravings on the easily dismissible "primal urges" shared collectively. And though I revel in the smooth, lithe curves and motions of *** it is my mind that is racing. My climactic tears have always sprung from a deeper well of sensation than the physical.
The buoyancy and depth of my spirit is directly proportional to the clarity and frequency of my Aha! Moments, and the duration and spells of radical trust and honesty shared in body and in soul. These laser beams of clarity or steady washes of electric buzzing seem the only true reason to be conscious of life at all.
I always wish to be worshipping at the altar of the stars, whatever form they manifest themselves in. A view, a meal, a lesson, a conversation, a work of art, or a companion. I feel love as less the solid, quantifiable particle, and more the ethereal wave of euphoric wonder, pulling like gravity. In a reason-less world, this is the best one to exist.
I want to share, "I Wonder You," with the humans that amplify the buzz of this wavelength. I want to go without the stretches in between where I must disguise the stirrings within where I feel the minutes of my life slipping away.
Nov 3, 2017
Nov 3, 2017 at 8:41 PM UTC
I have let my inbox fill,
Let my hair grow long,
And moved the cup that collected my life
That constantly ranneth over
Spilling drops to the ground
To the side temporarily
So a deeper vessel could be found.
But I'm not worried -
I'll be around.
Nov 3, 2017
Nov 3, 2017 at 8:41 PM UTC
Nothing fancy
Just little stuff.
Using our real voices
Not the shallow mockery
To sing in the car.
Confessing our crushes
Honestly and gleefully
Dreaming and scheming.
Shoving our cold feet
Under each others' warm butts
With ice cream and SNL.
Nobody's perfect
(Least of all us)
But we certainly have our moments.
Nov 3, 2017
Nov 3, 2017 at 8:41 PM UTC
We burn like meteors:
Hot, fast, and bright
Screaming through the atmosphere
Hearts afire, souls alight
Each trip
One small skip for heart,
One giant leap for meteorite.
But there are two inevitabilities:
Time, and with it, gravity.
We break apart
Losing light
We extinguish
Losing sight
But after it's over -
After you're gone
I'm still
Euphoric.
High.
Replays shooting through my mind -
I'm starting to suffocate on oxygen.
Then I desperately search
For a laugh, or a sound,
Hoping a new voyage
Soon will be found
Grasping at wind
All the way down
Just a stone in thin air
Plummeting to the ground.
Nov 3, 2017
Nov 3, 2017 at 8:41 PM UTC
The year gets later,
The air grows colder,
The pack gets heavier,
The trails grow longer,
The hours get earlier,
The elevation gets higher,
The minutes pass faster,
The friendships grow powerful.
My heart grows stronger
With each summit.
Nov 3, 2017
Nov 3, 2017 at 8:40 PM UTC
Click clack
Heels down long pavements
Mean business.
A bystander excuses himself
From my way.
Take a seat and
Squickety squeak
Leather up legs
Crossing on
Leather up legs.
I'm endlessly amused
Biting my lip,
Silently cajoling,
"Oh, is this your thing?"
Nov 3, 2017
Nov 3, 2017 at 8:40 PM UTC
I have a hard time with differentiation
Between getting coffee
And let's demolish 3 bottles of wine!
Between getting inspired
And let's spend holidays seeing the country in a van!
Between getting butterflies
And let's kiss on the face right now!
Surely,
There must be spectrums I can bisect
Splitting
Platonic Love from Romantic
Sensory from Sensual
And Casual from Committed
But they are not immediately apparent to me.
Regardless of type
All ships must be properly cared for,
So I will patch the holes
Man the sails,
And try not to rock the boats
Too terribly hard.
Nov 3, 2017
Nov 3, 2017 at 8:32 PM UTC
Above all
I thank the stars
For the gift of wayfinding.
Above it all
I gaze higher still
Or to the sunlit valleys below
To find my way.
The gift of terrifying awe as Orion's belt peers through the trees, bringing South.
The gift of sure confidence as I point the Dippers out to others, bringing North.
The gift of guesswork as we discover behind which peak the sun will rise, bringing East.
The gift of inevitable hush that descends along with her, bringing West.
The gift of heavy elements
Composing all
And my body
And these eyes
That were also made for
Reading maps,
Reading signs,
Reading animal sigils.
Above all
I thank the stars
For teaching me
To be less blind
And to find My Self
In the world.
Nov 3, 2017
Nov 3, 2017 at 8:20 PM UTC
We want to tear in -
To taste all the juices
Knowing that now,
All too soon, we could lose this.
We want to drink
All the things in this world
And never
Stop to breathe.
For the wheel
Takes and it gives
Some things will die
While others still live
When the day
Gives way to new day
We're afraid what we love
Might all fall away.
Still, the world demands
That we must let go
And let the deep rivers
In motion all flow
Dropping our leaves
Going back to our roots
Re-evaluating
What we know to be true.
Stop to breathe.
Before the next bite,
Stop to breathe.
Nov 2, 2017
Nov 2, 2017 at 5:11 PM UTC
We don't have to walk far
Under the cover of canopy
To find exposure.
Once outside the city,
Outside the usual framework,
Outside the boundaries of polite necessity,
We can truly breathe.
On the trail
I bathe in dust
And my hands converse with trees
When asking for support.
Nursing logs remind us
Where we stand
In an ancient cycle,
And we can confess anything.
Stripped down to our bare humanity.
It's the intimacy
I used to chase in pillow-talk,
But without the dance.
The trail is always a soul's journey,
Whether solo or shared.
Nov 1, 2017
Nov 1, 2017 at 4:37 AM UTC
I have learned how not
To deal with fury -
From my mother,
My father,
And so on,
And so forth.
I have learned what inside
I don't want to be.
Left untamped
I would be fire.
Left unexamined,
I would own my rage.
Instead, I turn it over -
Laugh-crying at some,
Numbing at others,
Until I've far surpassed fury
And settled in even rockier
Despair.
I shake at injustices too great
And I heave my sobs
Into a furious ocean
Of everyone else's.
Better to quietly, privately drown
Than actually burn it all down
As would my mother,
My father,
And so on,
And so forth.
Oct 31, 2017
Oct 31, 2017 at 4:18 PM UTC
Crafting scissors
Gardening shears
A pizza roller
Instruments of humble vivisection
I wield, I rend, I create.
Needles and pins,
Nimble and thin,
I pierce, I pull, I close.
With measured patience
I choose my weapons:
Ink, passion, time, and wit.
An armory of precision and gut.
Boulders bruise but roll away,
Fire burns, but I'm already ablaze,
Arrows lodge shallow or all fall short,
But the cold?
It slices.
The draining thought:
Is this the end of my creation -
Is there no more?
I slowly bleed out.
Oct 9, 2017
Oct 9, 2017 at 8:59 PM UTC
A heart being broken,
A promise made abandoned,
Where did all the good times go?
They all just seem to fade away.
When it all came crashing down,
Have a drink,
It will bring all your sorrows away,
Or at least that's what they say.
Those self destructive thoughts;
And frustrations,
Gone for the night,
But made worse the next day.
-HIY
Oct 5, 2017
Oct 5, 2017 at 1:38 PM UTC