8.23.16
I'll lie beneath the surface, ripples distorting the clouds
Clouds ripple, clouds ripple
thunderstorms brew between the waves
The city grows the opposite way
Its lights glowing dimly behind the fog
Like little fish hovering in a trance
Without thought to the depths below.
8.30.16
Paint me all shades of salty
Paint carrying the scent of ocean breeze
Paint me like a glaring sunset
Paint me bitter too, you need the both of them
to make me as grey as you
9.06.16
Hello beautiful,
or another generic adjective I could use to describe you,
It's funny that, even after all these years,
my perspective of you is still coated in sickly sweet
clichés and my thoughts — filled with an irrational sense of
holding on, though you were just a placebo in
the end — sugary, but empty
9.13.16
One flew over the cuckoo's nest
And another one flew below
But one was standing, unlike the rest
Ready to leave, ready to go.
Never to return from the horizon
Yet the others await its return.
9.20.16
The eight hundred burned
The seven hundred festered
The six hundred buried
The five hundred crumbled
The four hundred glistened
The three hundred blinded
The two hundred sang
The one hundred fled
The nothingness peed <addition made by non-member
9.27.16
I close my eyes, listening to isolation
who doesn't speak, but that's okay
I stay quiet, speaking to isolation
without words,
without heart
(like it was all I ever needed)
Because isolation is my friend
of many long years
Silence drifts between us like air,
like oxygen, like life,
But a quiet life, for a life with isolation
is a silent one, a whispered one
I take solace in isolation
the friend that never departs
Even among friends it resides in our hearts
10.11.16
Fool heart
Stupid decisions
If only I could see
beyond
the dust settling
from infatuation's fire
Dust in the air, pluming
upward then downward
right back to where it started
and settles
Fool Heart
to want so much
10.18.16
Where one scarf begins
So too does a soul's bond
Red strings of fate
Sewn together roughly, in a patchwork of moments
Binding us together
Woven in a web
Sticky with angst
10.21.16
There are times with too much pressure
in all the wrong places
So i make a stand, walk out the door
Wonder how long it will last this time
Until I'll breathe in and cast a smile to dandelion winds
but I can never feel the way I did before
too any laps around the track and your legs fall off
slipping to the wind-worn dust
where I've been for ages
but don't know how to leave
drifting across the sun, unknown and unsung
Tea leaves
Life's cool
But hearts shouldn't be
10.25.16
Hands clap, springing to life, then fade and wander off
Footsteps patter, slowly escaping, echoing in the distance
This is the beginning of mythic tales and wonder
An endless journey through boughs of heartstrings and tunnels of Soul
To the tops of soldiers, wearing green and standing proud
Balanced on the lines of purity, honor, & death
Marching to honor, or death, or both
11.01.16
When I first rode into town
pleated grass trampled under hoof
I came across five graves with four bodies
Each hand covered in mud, their eyes sunken in
Ships beneath endless wet blue
with white reflected within, I see the sky below
daisies blossom from hollow cheeks
Reaching down to the pale sky, and up to the cold ground.
11.08.16
I love trees that grow alone
that go alone
and I love a tree
that rooted my world
that sunk itself into the grass outside my house
And there it stands, Leaves rustling, Branches dancing.
a samba in the autumn wind
But its leaves turn brown, and fall to the ground
There to stay, while winter remains
lonesome trees
are alone in their company
Until the springtime, blooming blossoms
fleeting beauty, a moment in time
A moment stretched over an eternity
the ancient limbs reaching, reaching
roots grasping through the ground,
Glistening raindrops on the petals
of the flowers smiling towards the sun
11.15.16
Virginia doesn't cry anymore
Every tear, every wail hangs unanchored in the air
She has forgotten how to mourn
Her hands feel like crystal-clear glass
Her eyes were darkened and weighted with clouds
yet the release of rain was nowhere to be seen
Her stare gazed through the mundanity
What do her glazed eyes see?
...Am I blind?
11.29.16 (1)
Leave me. Don't leave me.
I don't want to be left here alone.
I don't want to let go of my home.
I am lost.
Don't fret, love,
Just as all good things pass, so must the bad
But you paint me as a pebble,
letting the sea sliver and seethe
not able to speak
Cat got my tongue?
No. A lynx.
Its claw pierces my mouth, and
it is salty.
Searching for a time
But it feels from my grasp
Panic as I'm lost, my voice goes crass
11.29.16 (2)
late night noodles last
long past any striking hour
silence consumes the night
while steam rises from soup
the ultimate comfort food
rumbling, grumbling, my tummy calls for home
i settle for yesterday's takeout instead
because it will grow old if no one eats it
I grow older as I eat it.
No one to share with, so lonely
My chopsticks clink together as I
remember my grandmother's words.
Longevity?
Perhaps.
12.06.16
Snow glitters out my window
glistening as it hits the ground
Ice spreads thin across the glass
Winter's frosty flower, delicate
a fine white slips from my lips
And fogs the frigid pane
Clouding over my reflection and pulling the outside away from me
So it's warm inside
A small candle flickers
And my heart continues beat after beat
I should hope.
1.03.17
red snow falls
it is the first day of winter
twinkling like stars
dropping like blood
the rumbling never ceases
the sky lit by the light of fire
crimson stains the grounds below
crumbling into rust.
vermillion dances past
an arabesque in the mud
lurid in white
1.10.17
My wound is poetry
Always it bleeds
Letters stain the floor
and rhymes fly out the door
finding their way back
with each breath
and stab of the pen
a whirlwind of ink
howling inside.
2.14.17
fake knots tied
around the boy I once knew
familiar stranger: seems an oxymoron
I whisper a pray, a hope, a desperation -
muffled in the folds of my pillowcase
With each moment, I grow rusty in my sheets
rust that binds me to this place
And then...I remember:
You are a stranger - nothing more than
words on paper to me
Letting go is hard,
to release the pen and let it bleed
4.04.17
lost you yesterday
Like I lost my mind
I felt you detached from my side
taken from the inside of my rib
Felt like lightning struck my core, like heavenly light diffuse
through fragments of my soul
The future now seems like a distant speck
Forever falling out of reach
They say there's a light at the end of the tunnel
there are only shadows
quickly,
the end
I'll lie beneath the surface, ripples distorting the clouds
Clouds ripple, clouds ripple
thunderstorms brew between the waves
The city grows the opposite way
Its lights glowing dimly behind the fog
Like little fish hovering in a trance
Without thought to the depths below.
8.30.16
Paint me all shades of salty
Paint carrying the scent of ocean breeze
Paint me like a glaring sunset
Paint me bitter too, you need the both of them
to make me as grey as you
9.06.16
Hello beautiful,
or another generic adjective I could use to describe you,
It's funny that, even after all these years,
my perspective of you is still coated in sickly sweet
clichés and my thoughts — filled with an irrational sense of
holding on, though you were just a placebo in
the end — sugary, but empty
9.13.16
One flew over the cuckoo's nest
And another one flew below
But one was standing, unlike the rest
Ready to leave, ready to go.
Never to return from the horizon
Yet the others await its return.
9.20.16
The eight hundred burned
The seven hundred festered
The six hundred buried
The five hundred crumbled
The four hundred glistened
The three hundred blinded
The two hundred sang
The one hundred fled
The nothingness peed <addition made by non-member
9.27.16
I close my eyes, listening to isolation
who doesn't speak, but that's okay
I stay quiet, speaking to isolation
without words,
without heart
(like it was all I ever needed)
Because isolation is my friend
of many long years
Silence drifts between us like air,
like oxygen, like life,
But a quiet life, for a life with isolation
is a silent one, a whispered one
I take solace in isolation
the friend that never departs
Even among friends it resides in our hearts
10.11.16
Fool heart
Stupid decisions
If only I could see
beyond
the dust settling
from infatuation's fire
Dust in the air, pluming
upward then downward
right back to where it started
and settles
Fool Heart
to want so much
10.18.16
Where one scarf begins
So too does a soul's bond
Red strings of fate
Sewn together roughly, in a patchwork of moments
Binding us together
Woven in a web
Sticky with angst
10.21.16
There are times with too much pressure
in all the wrong places
So i make a stand, walk out the door
Wonder how long it will last this time
Until I'll breathe in and cast a smile to dandelion winds
but I can never feel the way I did before
too any laps around the track and your legs fall off
slipping to the wind-worn dust
where I've been for ages
but don't know how to leave
drifting across the sun, unknown and unsung
Tea leaves
Life's cool
But hearts shouldn't be
10.25.16
Hands clap, springing to life, then fade and wander off
Footsteps patter, slowly escaping, echoing in the distance
This is the beginning of mythic tales and wonder
An endless journey through boughs of heartstrings and tunnels of Soul
To the tops of soldiers, wearing green and standing proud
Balanced on the lines of purity, honor, & death
Marching to honor, or death, or both
11.01.16
When I first rode into town
pleated grass trampled under hoof
I came across five graves with four bodies
Each hand covered in mud, their eyes sunken in
Ships beneath endless wet blue
with white reflected within, I see the sky below
daisies blossom from hollow cheeks
Reaching down to the pale sky, and up to the cold ground.
11.08.16
I love trees that grow alone
that go alone
and I love a tree
that rooted my world
that sunk itself into the grass outside my house
And there it stands, Leaves rustling, Branches dancing.
a samba in the autumn wind
But its leaves turn brown, and fall to the ground
There to stay, while winter remains
lonesome trees
are alone in their company
Until the springtime, blooming blossoms
fleeting beauty, a moment in time
A moment stretched over an eternity
the ancient limbs reaching, reaching
roots grasping through the ground,
Glistening raindrops on the petals
of the flowers smiling towards the sun
11.15.16
Virginia doesn't cry anymore
Every tear, every wail hangs unanchored in the air
She has forgotten how to mourn
Her hands feel like crystal-clear glass
Her eyes were darkened and weighted with clouds
yet the release of rain was nowhere to be seen
Her stare gazed through the mundanity
What do her glazed eyes see?
...Am I blind?
11.29.16 (1)
Leave me. Don't leave me.
I don't want to be left here alone.
I don't want to let go of my home.
I am lost.
Don't fret, love,
Just as all good things pass, so must the bad
But you paint me as a pebble,
letting the sea sliver and seethe
not able to speak
Cat got my tongue?
No. A lynx.
Its claw pierces my mouth, and
it is salty.
Searching for a time
But it feels from my grasp
Panic as I'm lost, my voice goes crass
11.29.16 (2)
late night noodles last
long past any striking hour
silence consumes the night
while steam rises from soup
the ultimate comfort food
rumbling, grumbling, my tummy calls for home
i settle for yesterday's takeout instead
because it will grow old if no one eats it
I grow older as I eat it.
No one to share with, so lonely
My chopsticks clink together as I
remember my grandmother's words.
Longevity?
Perhaps.
12.06.16
Snow glitters out my window
glistening as it hits the ground
Ice spreads thin across the glass
Winter's frosty flower, delicate
a fine white slips from my lips
And fogs the frigid pane
Clouding over my reflection and pulling the outside away from me
So it's warm inside
A small candle flickers
And my heart continues beat after beat
I should hope.
1.03.17
red snow falls
it is the first day of winter
twinkling like stars
dropping like blood
the rumbling never ceases
the sky lit by the light of fire
crimson stains the grounds below
crumbling into rust.
vermillion dances past
an arabesque in the mud
lurid in white
1.10.17
My wound is poetry
Always it bleeds
Letters stain the floor
and rhymes fly out the door
finding their way back
with each breath
and stab of the pen
a whirlwind of ink
howling inside.
2.14.17
fake knots tied
around the boy I once knew
familiar stranger: seems an oxymoron
I whisper a pray, a hope, a desperation -
muffled in the folds of my pillowcase
With each moment, I grow rusty in my sheets
rust that binds me to this place
And then...I remember:
You are a stranger - nothing more than
words on paper to me
Letting go is hard,
to release the pen and let it bleed
4.04.17
lost you yesterday
Like I lost my mind
I felt you detached from my side
taken from the inside of my rib
Felt like lightning struck my core, like heavenly light diffuse
through fragments of my soul
The future now seems like a distant speck
Forever falling out of reach
They say there's a light at the end of the tunnel
there are only shadows
quickly,
the end