Wednesday, October 29, 2014

because, you are lovely

i thought if i painted you
with vicious words
the venom would
muddle my memory of
how gentle you truly are

but rather than hating you,
i only come to realize
how damn hopeless
it is to do so

Friday, October 24, 2014

since that night on my couch

and so
i lick my fingers and turn the page
forbidding myself from thinking about
how the color of the moon
reminds me of how long it has been
since i have held in my hands
a heart that was not
my own

photo : tumblr.

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

and then you came

i taste like midnight and bergamot
ok no, more like booze and perhaps a little pot
you taste like coffee and the phases of the moon
and so i lick my lips when the sky turns maroon

and i kick against clean sheets and rush through hushed trees
past vanilla flavored houses where no one dares to speak
where lovers sell each other their phony lies
and the night marquee is their singular disguise

what i want is the desolation of the night
what i really want is a rare and lovely life

photo : tumblr.

Monday, October 13, 2014

the others

it started with your lips
just your lips
and then your eyes
those god damn eyes 
will fuck me eternally 

then came the nights
where we disappeared
within the darkness of one another
out of mind, out of touch
a mosaic of truth

but now you lock yourself
behind doors of a cold room alone
and you tell yourself
you're creating something
worth my wasted while

and your pen ink drips
down your fingertips like blood
using metaphors for your mother
in a desperate attempt to
cipher a canvas of abstract art

you can whisper words and write similes
but there aren't enough for me—
a sullen paradox of a girl
you cannot fathom all the pain
that lives beneath my rib-cage
but you say it's your skin 
you must live in...

still, when did you stop being you
and become one of them?

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

three a.m.

there's a hint of madness in my melodies lately
my heart has been crucified to the dreams
that started this firethis darkening desire i bear
like a lunar eclipse, always half hidden 
yet seemingly illuminating all at once 
the scratching of my pencil upon a blank page
is a fulfilling chorus of intricate sympathies
sensual strokes with fervent fingertips
like the blood that flows through my tender veins
(i'm screaming)
and the cursor can't taunt me on paper
it feels foreign caressing these keys 
but, i must admit... 
it's quicker this way; dirtier even
my thoughts have clouded the roads once more
creating misty silhouettes like phantom whispers in my ear
yet when i turn, there's no one there
and i have to remind myself the ground is down
speaking of which, i took a walk in the woods recently
(my breath heavy; inhale life — exhale dust)
the crunch of earth under toe rouses slumbering thoughts
i can feel my insides simmer on low
suddenly, i no longer just exist; i'm halfway human
i muse at how many footprints i'd have to tread 
to be an entire one
i'd pursue the white rabbit a thousand miles 
if it meant i'd be full when i got to wonderland
but, will i ever be?
oftentimes i can be melodramatic; it's in my bones
my emotions change like the colors of a mood ring
but i'd like to think i'm just ALIVE (thank you my dearest lilly)
i feel things eccentrically deep
it's bottomless, you know?
and the way my words flow most freely is through poetry
braided into an intricacy; a complexity
and that doesn't make me any less or more than you
i'm just me.

photo : here