not prescribed
live in the moment
i'm trying so hard to look
at you
and not to think of the possibilities i know
i can't have,
all the things you rejected the moment
live in the moment
i'm trying so hard to look
at you
and not to think of the possibilities i know
i can't have,
all the things you rejected the moment
Hello Summer,
I see you on the boardwalk;
In every screw, and plank, and scratch,
Your every nook and my personality match.
Hello Summer,
When you're sad, your hot tears shed
there is peace in the darkness, an
alluring sense of acceptance in failure
closed eyes & open eyes both see the same
but please
stick out your hand
Floating in the sky
Like white fluid still in time
But moves in slow grace
Swirled with a brush by an oil painter
Yet sculpted with regality of wood
A whisper full of substance
An illusion of support
William doesn’t talk to us anymore.
He left us in the closet when he moved out of the house.
Time tears at our gentle fabric skin.
William won’t let us go in his head.
It is midnight and I am getting a haircut on the lawn.
I am tired, but I shiver with excitement.
Gentle hands tug and snip at my curls,
And as they fall they take root in the grass.
When I was little I had a big pack of friends. The big kids did once too, and they romped along the streets of our town.
I made tea this morning.
I put the leaves in, watching the steam dance with childlike wonder.
I returned to my laptop, staring at a half finished chapter, the bags under my eyes more apparent than ever.
my leg is a rotting log and i am stumps
i am stumps which are crawling with the little maggots
the little white slimy maggots which are crawling under my skin
Do I know the subtle, the shallow things in life?
Or is it merely my destiny forever to be seeking
That which is not ours to see?
At parties I sit quiet and calculate my words
I avoid the eyes of guys and stare at my phone.
After all that hiding,
dissatisfaction feels like heartburn,
Protest after protest,
chant after chant.
I watch and listen
as people continuously fight for their rights.
But the fighting should’ve been over
on July 4th, 1776
when it was declared that