Candids taken in the frigid Friday lights, I didn’t make it in them this time. Slowly breathing, holding tight, Melt into mornings, glow all night. I’m told how much I’m loved, But I don’t know how to hold it. Shaking hands, triple gloved, Preferring always to push and shove. “Let me know if you need to talk,” I’ll never tell you anything now. Upon this road I’ll always walk, A s » Continue Reading
catch a cold, catch a hold of my scalp, of my soul let me fall, let me catch let me catch my breath. there is the tune I like to play, a tune that sings once a day, as the sun sparkles on my window pane, early morning warmth, freezing fluffy sheets. ive caught that cold, ive caught a hold, as im standing on our broken home. as i'm standing… standing… still? ice comes and goes, breaks rocks an » Continue Reading
I would like to preface this poem with a huge TW. This poem is a giant fucking metaphor and i would prefer readers to be able to interpret it, but i do want to say that if you are triggered by s=lf harm or mentions of s=icde, to stop reading. It's not graphic, but just wanted to put that out there. the box keeps spilling out and im unsure how to manage all the loose pap » Continue Reading
River water goes up my nose in a brief attempt to make you laugh, so I could rise above the strong, but not as strong as me, current, and see you look down upon me, drenched like a puppy, and smile. Despite the discomfort, I also couldn't help but laugh, as I stood up from my tumble, my thighs well above the surface. I am strong enough to stand, wrapping my toes into the sand, and bending forward... » Continue Reading
I left a blue stain in the bathtub. It's an easy clean-up, and easy fix, but I neglected to remember to clean it. I left a blue stain in the bathtub. After being scolded by my father for dying my hair strange colors, and embarrassing him and making him worried, I left a blue stain in the bathtub. He definitely saw it. He definitely thought to himself of all the ways he will use that against me. I... » Continue Reading
Denim colored hair fades to green. It's pretty. When I'm tired of it, I'll dye it blue again, maybe purple. Perhaps I'll bleach it and start over. Denim colored hair fades to green. Is it a costume if it feels more like me? Am I a child in you eyes? Father, am I a child? My birthday just passed, yet I've felt older long ago. I work a full time job. Pay my dues. Pay in years. He sees when I spend a... » Continue Reading
I made it all up, whispered lies. Distract from a world full of murky desolate seas. At the end of the day, does it matter? I'm a speck in this sea. I'm a speck in your eye. Blink twice so I can sink away at your feet. I made it all up, laughed it off. You'll never worry about me again. I deal alone, and say I can, because at the end of the day, does it matter? I'm a speck in this space between e... » Continue Reading
He collected bugs as a child. Praying mantises, spiders, beetles. We walked along the fence line to hold jumping spiders and watched assassin bugs. He likes to drive fast, and he races his friends through back roads in his old Celica. I haven't been there to see it yet, because I'd have to drive two-and-a-half hours. He watches videos while he eats, usually pertaining to cars. I like to sit and ... » Continue Reading
Do you have a heart? What does it mean To rise above, among other things. You think you'd know me by now, The things that make me cry, make me loud. We crawl through shit and make light of it. I come out morphed, and yet you step right in. The scars don't mean much anymore, it's just what happened, and what I scored. It's what I did to earn my place. I felt so lost within this space. I wear denim... » Continue Reading
fight and melt into the ground, for what they forsaken us to be become light, and hear the sound of people rising, becoming loud. i hope our people get old, i hope we fought for us to be in a world where love is free, and love can be the sound. » Continue Reading
Some names are changed due to privacy reasons. A few months ago, I was betrayed by my closest friends. A rumor about me was going around, one that was really serious (and incredibly unrealistic, but I'll get into that in a moment,) and everyone decided, instead to bring it up to me and confront me about the issue, that it would be best to laugh about me behind my back and alienate me from the grou... » Continue Reading
say your prayers, because when death comes, you're going to want Him near. say your prayers before chewing on your food. say your prayers before resting your pretty head. if you died in your sleep, where'd you end up then? » Continue Reading