24/July/15

Fingers graze the hair on the back of my neck
As I lay draped out under the stars
Crunching my toes in a pair of socks
Feeling like I am melting into the universe
Maybe to be found as a flower

23/July/15

Writing love poems to no one who is listening I realize my sweet disposition is not 

Dependent on affection 

Although dreaming about it

Does help 
Quite a bit 

3/Mar/15

It was the last summer, surely.

Looking back I could convince myself that it was perfect.

Though decidedly it wasn’t. 

We daydreamed about boys,

Stayed up late- galavanted across the countryside 

Ate ice cream and became superheroes. 

It was the summer we all had red hair

That was becoming one of the last ties that bind. 

We started to grow up,

in a beautiful sort of way we helped each other grow up, helped each other crumble apart. 

Surely, it was the last summer of sweet togetherness.

Of innocently ignoring the world

And the black spots of each other.

It was the last summer of innocence.

One lost to vices

One lost to desire

One lost to betrayal. 

In a sense, we each sold ourselves in a different way.

To the poison, to the feelings, to the others 

19/Oct/14

Love is my favorite flavor
The kind of love that knows no bounds,
No time
No walls
The kind of love that fills
up the air
And you can get so full and content on.
The kind of love
that people feel and see and taste and know that
It’s real
It’s for them, for everyone.
That’s the kind of thing I crave.
Love so thick, so sweet, so real-
So for everyone.

Crave it.
Taste it.
Be it.

16/Oct/14

Good music,
Not just good words set to music,
But the instruments, the beats, the melody,
The bones of a song
Awaken something in me
That swells up and up
And burns a hole in me
That makes me a little more whole

1/July/14

The tiny ticking,
Tick tock tick tock,
Of a watch.
Like a heart beating,
Faintly,
Clinging to something like life
For a reason of something like love

21/July/13

Tear the pages out,
Post them up.
Scream with them.
Cry out.
Tear the pages out
Dance with them, everywhere
Propagate their message
Your message.
Scream it
Shout it
Dance with it again.
Tear out the pages.
Tear out the change

22/May/14

The echoes of my mind
Cannot begin to fathom
The way he can sit and state at me
Tears in my eyes
And still tell me that I am
Something special and great
And beautiful
And worth his time.
I will never understand how
He knows my worth better than
I do
Or how he loves me the most
When I hate myself the most.
Even when I won’t look
At him
Or talk to him
He is
Still
Right by
My side.
And I’ll cry about it
And marvel at it
Because it is too much for me
To comprehend
But all I know
Is that it makes me selfishly
Fall in love with him
More
And
More
And
More

21/Jan/14

The taste of tomato soup on my tongue
Like some long ago memory
Drifting away, almost lost.
The memory burns my throat.
Soup too hot
Too hard to remember,
Too good not to.

28/Mar/14

Things
Distress
They
Get
In
The
Way.
Things
Can
Blind
Things
Can
Kill
Things
Can
Enlighten
Things
Are
Things
We
Should
Let
Go.
But
Sometimes
It’s
Easier
To
Hang
And
Hang
And
Hang
On.
Because
Things
Are
Familiar
Even
Things
That
Poison.