for some time after now the rocky sand dunes will crumble and nothing but sea, there will be
Your passenger seat was warm And your ring finger gleamed bright. I said thanks for the company. While the sun stroked the window, The road’s warm ice coat screamed black uncertainty. The sky told a cloudy greater gray mystery… Namely, what your eyes would say next, Or maybe its my own lip quivering with each glimmer of your lashes Or reflection off of your lips Or that smell...
Whistle whistle whistle whistle whistle whistle whistle, train. Please.
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Kerrin left me a message It said, ” I really really miss you.” This message felt more real to me than ever. Instead of words people string together, This felt like the light bouncing off the snow This feels like a new breath of air. But Kerrin? Will i hear from you next week?
for there are boats floating in the sea bobbling in one direction and creating tunes sounds like rain drops against the top deck dripping down the stairs and then flowing underneath and back into the ocean to drown
For i have a sign to plant It says where i am It says where i am It knows where i am For i have a sign to plant It reads loud and clear It knows who i am And It sees everything. For i have a sign to plant For my entire life Every corner passed Every potential wife For i have a sign to plant Follows me into sleep Follows into dreams Bedtime seams, i cant sleep For i have a sign to...
Today was so numb
To lie is to hide My inside stitched needle-work She said I love you
12.5.12, 11:17 Pm. Freewrite.
From my bed, there’s a heartbeat. Reminder that i have some blood Circulation fills my veins Fluid fills my cells Yet i will never feel all filled Inspection day will scrape my thoughts Forever frayed forensic tools Scratch my Brain for every scent Of any sense of old cloud thoughts That used to fly so high with her And all left after the shouts Exhaustion from the crafty notes...
a piece of grass in a field of green came to me and said, be my lover. with the blue sky above, i said yes. i will be your lover. the trees shrugged their shoulders and turned blue into the moon where the sun came up fast and sober.
and along a storm that dis-formed a sandcastle one that i grew from the dust i learned that love can be inside all the time
below my last dream, there was hope
the moon of my life come back come back the moon of my life come back i come from deep underground and i want to strike the sky i come from deep underground and want the sky moon of my dream i want you now i want you now moon of my dream i want you now and ill hold on to fatigue like the ocean folds your silk ill hold on to my dreams with each step moon of my night be bright. be bright. moon of my...
love is a fantasy i had where i held you love was a dream i once had that felt more than any dream love is a time that didnt click except when pictures calculated light specks and love is a feeling in my brain. and its tries to grasp it back and then it tells my eyes to cry.
i found a crayon today crayola all the way wrapped around, the paper frayed around its bright orange wax it was sharp. it was bright. it was dressed really well it wrote well, it read well, it was superior in its tray i dropped that crown, and it broke in half, and i thought, can i pick up only half? we can still draw, we can still sing, but the full crayon has gone away
those other animals cant take my name away from my head blown dollar bill dreams the trendy papermill shrunk their hats around my brain stems and called it a day while the whistles blew my lunch had spoiled and the water fountains stream against a rigid lost long soul thats empty anyway and the wooden cornered cabinets had blood at the tip the floor was red spotted and the cats they didnt care...
long before terms turned. maybe wiggled but didnt break then broke. no night.
"i hope that you smile when you hear this next...
your eyes are the lips that grin ear to ear when you know that the truth is love from there to here and here is unspoken, the words are untouched try to dance around them, oh what a rush and our souls are in-tune to every branch that has grown since last June. in every branch fat and at once i am feeling, like some green on some grass finally I’m supposed to be taking in my light.
i breathe. everything else is extra
while listening to album leaf...
i woke up and i realized how alone i really was. and how great it felt to feel alone. how great it felt to not have any attachment to anyone. how great it felt to feel free. free from any cages that would bring it within a closed mind. the waves were crashing. the waves are crashing. and i wont waste anymore. i will be splashed. i will be cold. i will feel pain. i will not wait. i can not wait. i...
the only thing i wanted was to grab onto a cloud. it went through my hands. the rigid shiny corners finally brought the blood back. who was I kidding? time tests trampled these thin tranked skinful sours of red. like a marathon, finally feeling accomplishment for bringing reality to my body…so i slept like a baby.
text message outreach
I feel like a whispering hungry mouse floating in the pacific ocean on a small piece of wood when I say, I love you. oh no. I’m sinking.
there is rarely anyone in our lives that makes a difference. sometimes you only find one and sometimes they will break your heart. i know mine has been broken but broken isnt a life sentence broken is simply a way of life a way to look at things a way to live a way to breathe a way that i am love can blind you love can do nasty things love can kill you literally, and among other ways love can slit...
I wish to be Forever in the sea Past the white water noise Where I can be me. The sea cant be tamed She will never know my name The waves will crash and recede from where they came. Doesn’t matter what I do When, where, or who She will always support my soul She can even dance with you. I’m not trying to land Washed up in the sand just let my heart go and go Life, these are her plans....
yellow crow be blue i know you are truly blue there isn’t much time
I kept running with my footprints left in the sand behind me For miles of toes, I spoke to a cracked shell They then were washed away like they never existed.. No one saw, felt, or cared about a struggling shark flopping breathing for water as tides arose and fled. A rose to this mold stuck built sky lined sea. summer please melt me.
im left dry still searching for wine with my lies my early morning cries my boring daily drive empty cold bricked lounges at school whiskey bottles too report card blues im left dry
none of these songs say what i feel at least now that i think about it. people say they broke they didnt break the same at least now that i think about it my mind tells me it was wrong to fall for you in the first i fell for the wrong person? i cant think about that. and so im a sailboat roaming through a town so familiar ice cream shops that are now pawn shops every crack in front i used to know...
braiding together curtains alined with open sight tackles on a smile for animals are instinctively protective do you see? and turned the sky to my feet. stomped. i wont let it fall wont let it fall wont let it fall wont let it fall wont let it fall wont let it...
a crafted shiny silver sharp carver ripped apart crimson broken skin deep within never broken porcelain that shattered in a dim night. a dark blue night that kept breathing over and over and over for over a year and a half and continues. my unemployed free night shed felt a dream i never had, only wish i was capable of having.a love a dream of trust and skin together without a car crashed creamy...
nights at the antique gift shop
the stones would clatter and be glued together i was never going to lose you, ever i was never going to mess anything up now i speak verses on my commute about my heart being torn in two how cliche, a typical breakup, how cliche I wanted to die .
Behind a tin, can i crinkle? Behind an old text, can I hear the lawn mowers? I know I’m no type of highway truck but I’ve ridden you. And highway trucks are a match to light a funeral Of beautiful postcards you snapped and I stored. And now it’s time to fly away To remote Alaska And be at peace in dreams… That is only a dream. Being further would only hurt deeper.
Came the twenty fifth Flickering lights fulfilled us Between light I am.
100 Falls an Hour into Winter
I’ve taken you to the salty sweating swarming sea sponged streams of our secret seams Dreamt darkly the light it shone brightly beyond what we ever dared to dream And dampened in love the light lampshades glow around your hair kept the truth tumbling towards trends Tequila glazed empty shot glasses were all that remained remembering remnants of the roads reeking of the cat. The gardens under your...
loud; the traffic rushed and trampled traffic light thoughts turned over folded green arrows. its time to go she said. so i made the right turn and didn’t think twice to exceed the speed signs of safety sincerity. breathing became beautiful…oh the stars!
Grown through and through and through the thickened slow trains staining westeast. I’ve came before your long lashed love silk wrapping my stoned body, wet cement, drying along your mold and broken toed sandals left along a white line where dashes came to be in the cemented malls and whatever misconception i had that we belonged there together, the hurricanes blew the fucking roof off. Left...
mistakes cant matter for we may grow fatter with every laughter sitting beside us instead of where it clatters the air cant be too thick nor can it be wetter than warmness beside brick where we cuddle and chatter our ghosts are what remain and our smiles of years later you say its the same its no where near our lost rain trench coat cold travels so our fights brought us the bruise our skin could...
rain, pt 2.
Imagine if it was still closed? How stale we would be we would still be back to Tupperware with every chance of going bad but at least now we are free and what better feeling can we have? The pane on my window May finally be cleansed. As it keeps raining through my window.
rain, pt 1.
It is raining in through the window I used to keep it closed My floor is now all wet My shoes are heavily soaked As it keeps raining through my window I refuse to have it closed because wet is real, these soaked seals the blank papers heal to the floor as it keeps raining through my window
The fish were writing they want to be up high as the rain fell upwards
old blue notes now fly far above my brain, hopeful white sounds softly salting lost pain
A delightful night Dark like it’s supposed to be. This night won’t lie. Will you? Time? What, a time goes by? Times can’t exist on wrist watches Time still, hold steady I wish for the light Between sunset and midnight Time, please stay here I like you where you are Held you in my thoughts, on my clock But, Am I really a little late? Time please stay. Please stay with...