Hypothetically, of course:
Blissfully, wistfully
lazing next to you,
passing the time,
possibly overthinking -
perhaps just a dite -
and missing every cue,
as I sink lowly into
this heart of mine's
cozy and new,
maybe unwise
unspoken truths,
that oh so woefully,
are best kept
solely confined
to my confused,
totally consumed,
moody little mind,
'cause, right now,
all's what I've got to gain,
and I kinda,
most of all,
sorta,
don't want to lose
my sight of you.
Intrusive thoughts slink in,
all about how
slowly
the seconds ooze,
and how they grossly,
sweetly coalesce;
how I endlessly,
effortlessly,
and completely
seem to eschew
my loose bearing
on the daytime's glaring,
as the outside lights
fluoresce after the sun sets,
thoroughly,
throughout the night,
embracing the silhouettes
whilst wearing a silly smile
on my dimly-lit face,
nevertheless unamused.
Pacing back and forth,
spilling out my dreams
all over the place
long after you've left,
sighing, trying so hard
to deftly wed a metaphor
between the shine
of your infinite eyes
and the divine scent
of fresh petrichor,
but shyly settling for
silly things that I've
unfortunately,
much to my chagrin,
already said before.
And, like,
I don't much know
what life has in store,
but then again,
it'd be fine, I guess,
if you were mine -
yes, sure -
such that I could also,
well, begin being yours.
Um, hypothetically, of course.
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notes app poetry about wanting to be a crazy old man + what a privilege itll be
might start sharing more of my poetry on here.. maybe...
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4/1/24
One Month
I can see a face
Among the scabs
bruises and mosquito bites
Legs of a boy
Eyes of a fish
Staring up at me through the muddy water
The sun is so bright
And the bass are small enough to see through
Impatiently I’m sitting at the dock
Waiting for the apple to drop and my face to grow older
But instead it’s moment by moment
As I buried a childhood pet today
And I can hear my neighbor shout at a dog
I’m different moment by moment
Every second
I’ll chose instead to enjoy the breeze
Pan and Apollo
Braid my hair
And hold my growing shoulders
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3/4/24
A Footnote of Personal Hope
Driving with the moonroof down while rain pours in
I am thrilled to imagine a strangers face again
Wearing my best friends slip dress
And finally,
not caring anymore.
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2/7/24
Black Wool
It’s snowing on Wolf Mountain
And I am able to finally admit
Just how much I hate the coat you gave me
So in my own personal dramatized fit
I took it off and gave it away
Because I couldn’t stand to wear it anymore
Because I hated it
And couldn’t understand why I still had it
Beyond the guilt
That coat was too good for me
And I am too good to keep something like it.
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2/22/24
Baby Skin
All at once it seems
All the saturation in the world is gone
Besides the grass on this dam.
The air in my home has gone stale
My clothes feel like a costume
My skin temporary
So much change just around the corner
None of this will be real for much longer.
But every year without fail
This dam remains
Saturated
Forever greening
And perfect.
So many times
I’ve cried here
Wrote here
Felt hopeless here
Knew things would always be better
Here.
There will never be another greening dam.
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2/13/23
Roadkill
Tonight I feel so human
In the most animal way possible
Gripping at my steering wheel
And letting myself dip back into all the feelings
I promised myself I wouldn’t have anymore.
And today I didn’t recognize the face
Of the mother of this girl I used to be friends with
I think it maybe broke something in me
Just a little bit more
So I’m singing as loud as I can
My throat bleeding and the lyrics all wrong
Today Big Thief tomorrow Atwater
I own every one of these songs
And I can’t help but feel freshly wounded every time.
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Country music
Little town
Oh Little town
Everybody knows about us
In our little town
With little smiles
Dirt kicks up behind us
As we walk away from everything
Our little town closing around us
I will suffocate
We'll suffocate
And the river washes the blood away
In our little town
(Instrument break)
I'm going to suffocate
In our little town
(2020)
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Sacrificial Lamb
I want it back
The love that I gave to you
But it’s gone
And you buried it some time ago.
I still struggle to understand where it went,
How one person can change so much,
So quickly
What did you whisper to your disciples?
Glancing over your shoulder to see if I still followed,
Your loyal little sheep.
I wonder if you buried it in their house,
Or beneath the trailer steps.
Maybe in a pile of laundry and scraps, congealed with the ones I gave you.
God forbid, Arkansas.
You skin me with your shears and fashion me into a coat to cover your skin and bones
The sores you made with your lash rip apart as you walk away, and my noxious blood seeps into the river.
Poisoning the flock with my misfortune
I think I hate you in this life
but against my better judgement
I would tear myself asunder just to be loved by you again
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I figured I would finish posting the rest of Winter Prologue
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11/2/23
Burning
I think your voice might be my favorite sound
You have no idea how beautiful you are, do you?
Your delicate face and your eyes that turn green in the summer
I’ve never felt more alive than those first days just talking to you.
No one’s been so soft to me
And no one makes me feel like I’m missing pieces of my mind like you.
That stolen moment alone with you
I let myself get too close and yet I was so so careful
Gods, why did you hold me so gently?
Why did you intertwine your hand with mine
Your gentle sleeping breath on the back of my neck
I’d never felt so loved
And now I’ve started hating the weekends again
There’s something so mortifying
About you knowing how earnestly I wrote you all those birthday cards
You know now the weight of how I look at you
How much I meant it when I told you I loved you
The high of emotion I felt from just one kiss
And I feel unclean.
I’m sick of burying my mouth in the inside of my wrist
How can you look me in the eye and tell me–
I’ve seemed unhappy recently?
I’ve never felt so loved and I don’t think I feel loved now.
I think I feel like just a warm body now.
Everything is different now yet too normal
And I’m not one to handle change.
There was a moment a while back last spring
We hugged for a minute and laughed
Because we would see each other the next day.
And now I sit here holding onto that memory like crumpled paper
I was okay before
I’ve loved you for so long the fleeting daydreams became enough
And I was okay without a label
But you want to pursue other people
And I feel guilty for not wanting you to.
And still, no one had ever been so sweet to me
When you kissed my forehead I glowed.
“Dirty little secret”
I was always told I was more sensitive than most people
I think it might just kill me.
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1/27/24
January Spring
There’s something different about today
Still somber but clearer
Like the air became easier to breathe
And I don’t resent how warm January is anymore
Because today
In this morning’s cool breeze and hoards of tiny yelling birds
I know who loves me
And who was just keeping me around
And I am looking myself in the dusty old mirror
And I smile too
And don’t feel lonely anymore.
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