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Ani
The city looked so quiet from up on the hill. It looked peaceful, lovely. I’d been there before, it was full of shit, with layers of perfume over it in hopes the shit would smell less.
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I Just Want Something I Don't Want
There's a rope swing
all the way back in the woods.
I forgot it was there.
I took you there,
do you remember?
Yesterday we read quotes my mother kept from when my sister and I were little.
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Orpheus
My whole life I have been trying to tell a story so beautiful that the world would fall in love with me.
That is why I befriended words and stage lights.
That is why I watch the details of the world
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The Girl With Too Much Passion
Once upon a time you were the girl with too much passion.
You tried your very hardest to be in love with the world,
and it made you beautiful.
But you lost that person to love,
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How It Always Goes: An Angry Rant
Dear ______ I am sorry.
Dear ______ I have hurt you and I don't know how to stop.
I say often that it is not hard to be kind,
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Rain Running
My watch did not enjoy my run in the rain.
This morning before the other humans had stirred,
I woke to the ringing of an alarm that was not my own,
and saw the irresistible rain.
Now my watch doesn't tell the date.
Loves
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fermata
I sob for
something I think I
hate, but cry "no no no"
when asked if I
want to quit.
Because I just can't.
There is no
possible way
that I could quit.
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to tina and amy
Thank you,
tina fey and amy poehler
it makes me feel good
that you two
sat behind
the weekend update desk
telling jokes
proving that edgy,
political comedy
is not just
a
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The Ink of His Heart
This is from a longer project of mine, but I really liked how this stanza turned out, and I think it kind of works on its own.
I flip through the first
Couple of pages,
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I am not
I am not a poet
I don’t know how to use my words the way they can
I can’t captivate the minds of my friends by stringing them along with the simplest of words
I am not a musician -
everything I cannot say to you
there's just so much I want to say, to pour out from me into you
but where to begin?
it begins home, at home, my head, the house, the lawn
the yard where I begin to understand how to be a human being
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the misery of love
every time you look at me
with your soft eyes,
tan skin,
and a nose you used to hate,
I mourn the loss of the love I once held for you.