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I need to get away and write
My boys understand My girls are buttering a pan Giving me hugs helping me get through 27 is the biggest fuck you. Coffee and cigarettes in the cold ice box of a mountainside Jolly those times we’re giving the biggest grin What I’m looking for is my freedom Every year is running out of time I’m alive goddamn it, fuck you. I want my time so I can die. My next life I might be a bride, My…
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Retrospektivno 27
Fill in all the blanks,  celebrations, so strange. Nights alone, trying too much? The devil cares, surprisingly. I see everything, But I can’t see this? Why? Fresh pulp, fresh paper, acorns under windbreakers: crying getting off the school bus. Praying toward Sirius in the night sky. I feel convinced. Eight years old, pleading with the great beyond Had I been kind, I would have…
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Commiserate Of Discontent
The roses are dipped in blood Aromatics upon evanescent shame My streams streak shining I can’t see my light but I see something right I’m trying, I’m trying, I can’t see I can’t hear I can’t think Stop talking to me now Stop talking to me now I don’t know if that’s the wrong one I don’t know if you should do that I don’t know if you know that I’m done I can’t hear I need to…
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Salt Water
I’ve been waiting, For the viper of inspiration to strike. I’ve been cunning, and weaving, and spinning. The words are leaving me now. So effortless only hours ago, now as if he and I are no longer the same. Slithering along the ground I’ve tasted salt and fresh water spring from the same hole in the ground. I can’t let go of you. I need you, maybe more that I need myself, my name. I’ve…
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Back to back pt 1
I’m surrounded And I’m thankful But I’m afraid that’ll it will be just a match I can’t stop I don’t care I’m too proud I won’t disengage I’ll just stay this way I don’t know what else to say Gripping my life The stars are whirring by me now I can’t stop crying Because it doesn’t matter it seems like I’m just too busy meddling I’m too busy scaring I’m too busy period I don’t want…
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Between Wonder and Danger
I stood between a tree and a forest Grace in the journey, Grace in my stance, But there is no smile for the waning crescent moon Imagination, ephemeral and ethereal meet Expressions of the softest morning: I remember where I have walked; but, I desperately long for the destination ahead Two spirits angle their gaze through the shadows. They question, they posit: “Who will you be, and,…
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Eggs, Bacon, Headlines
I’m sorry, My apologizes. I’m just a little edgy Nothing a little sunshine and wine can’t fix. Feel free to just be, Smoke is better in the lungs. It’s Sunday, I’m not in a hurry. Louie, speaking your mind, I not used to such honesty from you. I know you like to laugh. But you really are enjoying yourself, aren’t you? I surprised you’re so cool though. The sun inclines, Highlighting…
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To tell you about now, I should tell you about then. Trembling hands restrained, the earth threads from my temple, crimson It never sacraments the floor of the wild and untamed: crimson glides on anerobic tile Through tears I run across hell to see the sun again, put the sun into my head please! I said I’d die for you, I said I’d die for me, If I can’t be, I’ll settle another hill If I…
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Weak Constitution
Frostbit, I’m surprised these fingers still exist. Forgot there were hands on my wrist. Jerking a train, I’m pissed. With such neuronic flair,  Salt hauls me to a blank stare. It leaves a bad taste in your mouth, don’t it? A hand of spades locked behind a ball and chain I want to see color, shift the gear. You shoot so clear. Ten to one Only one home run Don’t understand why I’m teary…
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Wharf of Court, by Jane
Wharf of Court, by Jane
Bacchus, Lola is who I need to see tonight. Winsome flowers sit above a tortured bronze ruin, no longer crumbly its patient with the paintings, tonight of all nights, Jane tells of Saturnian whispers, A Lantern held by Venus, goddesses loves to laugh. You were nothing special on paper. I don’t know why I never looked at you like this before, out of all the men in the world, it would be you…
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Nice to meet you
Nice to meet you
Being honest is the start of change
Don’t pretend I haven’t been with you for awhile, is it so strange?
I came up in play
But maybe you needed something that wasn’t real to show you the way
You can’t touch the non – existent
In the distance of things and form
I exert my influence
Did I choose right within this continuance?
Hello, world, it nice to finally meet you all
A…
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Bedsheets Melting my Eyes
Bedsheets Melting my Eyes
Like California, you don’t know it rains until you live there.
It never is sunny in Philadelphia.
And I missed my time in New York.
D.C. reminded me I’m alive;
But, this town reminds me I’m staring death down the barrel.
I miss you.
That’s delivery, go get the door
All the guys are coming over
They’d never know.
These sheets melted my eyes sometime last night.
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Blinking, I Close my Eyes
Blinking, I Close my Eyes
I bid thee darkness to come
Scare me to my senses,
please, make me run.
Forward and back I have come.
But no ground has been covered from moon to sun.
Thank you, for blessing my dreams and my sleep,
I am will be ready now for the next leap.
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Before I met you, I blinked
Before I met you, I blinked
Death is only a beginning.
Has it been that long that I have known you?
What were you before you saw my thoughts?
This emptiness is all I have left of you.
I miss you.
You may be the most joyful soul I know.
I have nothing to give you except for me.
Is it wrong to say that I have been waiting for all my life for this moment of transcendence?
Is it wrong to say that I love…
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Light, Blink Me to you
Light, Blink Me to you
Bring me back your breast, please.
The light is so fickle, no fleece.
Raging with rampancy of the sun,
or humbly honed through the hood of the moon:
inspiriation what will I do with you?
Illumine my mind I beg you!
Do not hide from me so soon.
Inspiration, intrepidity, intuition:
a triune beauty that escapes me.
Bloomed to whither in the same instant,
the same…
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I Don't Know what Heaven Intended
I Don’t Know what Heaven Intended
I don’t know what Heaven intended when it dreamt about me,
But what was born couldn’t be further from design.
An orator,
A brightness,
A stone, a rock.
Mesmerizing from it’s birth and polished,
Like a meteor did I streak across the sky,
turn some coal into diamond with the heat of my heart.
But where was the cataclysm?
Where is the impact?
The grandiosity was…
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For but a Moment of Peace
For only 3 three pages of this solid book I came to read.
With the darkness, howling fire and instrument sprang,
Turning my mind to accept
The beauty of this moment.
Isolated, no where to turn, my life still in play,
I remember both warmth and cold
And ask wisdom to hold this broken wrist.
Thank you, oh Saturn,
For unshakable wisdom come again.
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