Jan 21

Sight to Short to See

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,
you mope around the house 
trying to amuse your self:
scanning old photographs;
writting letters
you would never send;
running to-good-to-be-true 
conversations through your head.

And that clinging feeling
only gets worse.


 
Jan 18

Circling the Sun

Jan 16

The Words You Cry

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 
thought, sliping on a sob.

It’s all too familiar
to see him desperate
for the organized chaos
of a place to far to find.

All to familiar
to wipe a lonely tear
from his nose,
“I only want what’s supposed to be mine.” 

Me too
 
Jan 16

Hidden Cities


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.

 
Jan 11

Message in a Bottle

Jan 08

Solar Rug

Jan 08

Random Thoughts From the One Left Behind

Jan 02

The Wishing Late at Night


It’s too dark for me to find the lamp
so I feel for my toes 
and spiral tightly
into an empty curl.

The cold tonight
hurt my fingers
the moment I found
the front door.

Sometimes it’s hard to breathe... 
but you know
we’re all alone
on the same night.
Remember it for
the next time
your chest hurts. 

Don’t respond quickly, 
your hesitation always makes 
me wonder. 
What would I do 
without you? 
You might not know,
your too slow 
but my head hurts
every time
I walk through the door.

Next time should be now 
but your too busy chasing cars
to wonder what happened
to the girl
with the open scars. 

We’re to preoccupied to notice
you don’t watch for my smile
anymore,
maybe if I close my eyes
really tight
I will never have 
met you
at all. 


 
Jan 01

Ellipsism


1/1/18 
I wrote on my hand today,
just so I’d remember 
that another year is actually gone.

The warm tears
on my face tonight
felt good. The man
in the moon
knows that tears
aren’t always for sorrow,
and they weren’t,
you wouldn’t allow me sadness,
your too happy for that. 

I like how you smile 
whenever our eyes meet, 
your laught is indescribable:
it makes me happy 
even now with salt
drying on my face. 

Your not afraid of the dark
but sometimes I think to much, 
sometimes I make people
into something their not...
you know
I’m hopelessly romantic,
occasionally you get the best of me,
but it’s better you
than the silence. 

Do you like the way
my name looks
scrawled next to yours? 
Do you like the way
your eyes light up
when our hands touch?
Do you like the way

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