Tonight I am short on a way to say nothing
and lacking something
to say in some way,
and so my head turns to you,
breath caught
from the dawn of realization-
Haven’t you always spared coins
and dreams for me?Read More »
Tag: writing
Suicidal Rain
Drops fall in unison,
roaring on the roof like
a giant’s fan sent to cool the homestead off.
Meanwhile, the beads that fell first
splash into puddles and pots,
filling rows up when all they did was fall down.
The grey has never brightened your mood,
but I guzzle water.
You don’t see its point; You want
the sun to match the marigolds,Read More »
Idealist
The phrases spew out of him,
ugly as ever.
He’s horrified,
wondering what’s dying inside
of this monster that breathes out this
fire that chars every
heart that will listen to
foul lilting phrases, all
ending as effortless
sickness spreads, severing
veins.Read More »
Darlin’
I only consider you deep in the winter,
summer, spring, and fall.Read More »
Vashti
“All to himself, the high king had you.
He gloried in this so much that he
would give it up to glory in it more,
and only enough for him
to glory in it more-…”
Ana, Mia, Bed, and Counting
3 of 500 is
15 hundred,
and twice minus
Half Of’s an
equal sign.
300, 4 times is
(minus ate hundred), and
600 thrice =
negative
two hundred.Read More »
Sunset
When we were at each other’s cores,
you above and I beneath,
you were the light that colored the only world I had seen.
I engaged what I saw, and you slid to the side,
and suddenly all appeared more grey.
Those were the days when you seemed to be fading.Read More »
vulnerability
this paper’s my bed
this ink is my blood
these words are my heart
my heart
my heart
these lines are my efforts
these scratches my motives
these scribbles my wants hopes
erasers
crumples
this placing
rewordingRead More »
Spirit
The physiological readiness
for paths we are not only not ushered
to but for paths that we are forbidden.
Dexterity of our thumbs, given noRead More »
On Patience, Pt. 2
I want to survive so bad
that I could take a pill that takes
away desire to live if it
would give me the strength to get by.
And perhaps I shall.
But I only know of one of those,Read More »
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