#tumbling
she yells from the bottom of a well,
thinking someone will hear her.
no one does, so she climbs.
as she's climbing, she hears a voice
that voice sends her tumbling
toward the bottom of the well.
she yells until she can't anymore
bursts into tears, curls up into a ball -
and desperately wants to be heard.
Apr 3, 2020
Apr 3, 2020 at 9:50 PM UTC
brink of a doubling over
down falls forming a sensory slump
soft spoke and mirror smoke
jailed as rome's one true heroes
we were softly sure oft and were true disposed,
'man alive told me and now I am telling you'
grant this - that we are born and die
forever feeling a drifting time
what a ride
grant this - that we are most recent
and are and are again
the newest information we feel
grant this - that we are loved
and that we are the newest
unto we are ourselves
Apr 9, 2019
Apr 9, 2019 at 4:24 PM UTC
'When nights shall be drunk
And souls be tumbling in revelry
When the comic of roles end
And cold shall be burning
I await to call the utmost illegitimate side of us
As my penchanted pleasure
For you be semisane
Caught half into adulthood and rest you know...
Neither you nor me or they
Be sceptical or carrying the peels of scruples
Don't.
Feb 10, 2019
Feb 10, 2019 at 6:09 AM UTC
neath the maple's boughs
copper leaves were tumbling
in a mounded pile
Mar 7, 2017
Mar 7, 2017 at 9:08 PM UTC
Love and practicality
A ladder leading into a tumbling dryer
Dangerous and blurred
Flowers with roots to hidden caves,
Caves known as the "heart and soul,”
Which we keep hidden
A tightripe balanced over the sea,
Inescapable and thrilling
Feb 17, 2017
Feb 17, 2017 at 10:15 AM UTC
Seven drops of rain
sliding slowly down a windowpane
creating their own currents out of chaotic sky
perambulating through the reflection of my eye.
Two collide and five remain
slipping through a beige, unsuitable frame
reach the bottom and seem to die
my watercoloured conceivances drip but never fly
Trickles become one pool - a picture I can't explain
but within dark waters, a swirling hurricane
those tears kiss distinction goodbye-
surrender to let my disordered painting unify.
May 25, 2016
May 25, 2016 at 10:42 PM UTC
We're tumbling straight down
a blackened hall, with no walls
to help lead our way.
Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 6:51 PM UTC
Funny how things go by so fast -
how they tumble so suddenly
like Jenga blocks.
Falling ever so finely -
piece by piece,
one by one.
Dec 7, 2015
Dec 7, 2015 at 10:46 PM UTC
it hurts to write down
all the words i feel.
memory is a blade,
slashing through the numbed skin;
i bleed in thoughts.
Aug 24, 2015
Aug 24, 2015 at 10:45 AM UTC