I cant stand to listen to you.

Your eyes tell me things
I would rather not hear.
But, it's not just your eyes
that hold too much
for me to ever understand.

It's your hands.
You seem to think I don't care
about the broken parts of you... 
maybe that's true,
after all I do hate you, right?

No... (wrong)

Can't you stop?
Please look away. 
I like the secrets in your eyes too much...

 

 

(photo credit: a friend, over the summer)

I noticed today,
out of the foggy
car windshield 
just how 
much this valley
and those fields 
have somehow become part of me.

I like the way that earth 
can’t blow away with the rain. 

I like the way the grass
smells in midsummer;
sweet earth in clean hands,
dark soil on barefeet. 

I like the way my hands
get just numb enough with cold:

 

That empty feeling 
crept into you again today.

It doesn't like to let you go,
it has good hands
to cling with. 

It’s that kind of feeling 
where you just want to sleep
so the unproductive part
of your brain
doesn’t take over. 

It’s that kind of feeling 
where you know
you should find someone
to talk with
but you just don’t feel
like anyone anymore. 

And so,

Humans are like planets:
if you watch them
you’ll find patterns. 

This morning 
the same guy 
with the worn-out 
dress shoes 
made his final rotation 
around the bus station.
While that same
long-lost planet 
finally slid into home base.  
 

These little thoughts
are what keep 
me going.

They wake me up
at night,
knowing 
the sky will soon glow
with long lost sunsets
and shine 
with what you might think is morning 
but is actually the porch light.

I have spent 
many a night
smiling at my frosty
reflections
in the glass.

I know what it feels like 
to have my eyes burn
with tears,
to choke down a brewing 

The world spins 
to fast 
to catch all the time 
and space 
between the lines.

All the soil
at the bottom
of the river.

All my confessions: too deep 
to control...
you don’t understand.

You might try.
You can’t.

 

I’m not in danger:
I don’t need your help.

Do you need mine?

Have you stopped 
and admired 
the world 
recently?

Do you know why
the stars
shine at night? 

It’s all there 
for you.

Never forget 
how stunning
that is.