This isn’t a rant. This isn’t an anti-rant rant. This is a peace offering and a love letter. Can we please all hold hands and skip? Breaking: Humble poetry blog owner died from mysterious causes “too full of love,” the coroner said. (God, we need to get a better coroner…) Trust me, I’m sick of seeing the rants, the callouts. They’re plastered all over the blog page like ads on a telephone poll. En... » Continue Reading
How come you drank my blood if you never even liked the taste? I know you’re sick of reading the same metaphors, but it’s not my fault we’re still here. Give me new material and I’ll gladly write you something happy. I’m not good with fiction. I’m not good with words, even worse when it’s around you and everything I know crumbles. Why are you even still reading? You’re digging yourself a deeper ho... » Continue Reading
I always want more friends until I remember what it's like to make them. What it's like before you figure out the cues in their voice or what words they can never spell right. Like when you move to a new house and don't know which floorboards squeak. Eventually, I'll know you have to lift the bedroom door up to get it to click. Until then, I'll keep tripping over the corners of the carpet and awk... » Continue Reading
Recently all we can manage to do is argue. I can’t complain; at least we’re talking. Days without you are days biting my nails. Petting my cat because if you were here, you’d do the same, and that’s as close to holding your hand as I can get. I want to know you. I want to feel your flesh against mine, your teeth in my palm. You build walls and point fingers like I’m not the one with bloodied finge... » Continue Reading
You’re as real as the ache in my heart, the knife in my back. To you, I’m nothing more than a whisper, a creek in the floorboards, an odd sight lost on the second glance. Although you didn't quite catch me, I’m here. The wind dances past you. The floor by your room is unusually vocal. The wind can’t see you bring another home, but it whines through the trees in the backyard as you kiss them. When ... » Continue Reading
I’d love to expand further, but I think the title sums up why I can’t. While I can hit some keys and look at a thesaurus, it’s all soulless bullshit, so don’t expect much of this blog. I kinda just bashed my head open and let my brains drip on the page. Enjoy the torment! Even now I’m trying to think of a palatable way to explain, filtering all my thoughts through a hundred online translators and ... » Continue Reading
i'm starting to think you're not real. maybe more of a ripple in the water, a figure that disappears when i turn back, squint. my love is tangible, but where does it go if there is no destination? thing is, it piles. count down, i'll explode in 3, 2, 1 without a source for passion. saturation drops when the pond clears. i've always loved black and white, but that was by choice. i know it's just my... » Continue Reading
writing this with my cat on my lap. he'd love you, you know. sleepy and cuddly, a perfect combo. even better for me because i'd get to see 2 of my favorite things in one place. i want to know ur every secret— what hobby you've been working on but are too embarrassed to share, what tiny fact you've been hiding since preschool (we all have them), what your morning routine is, what your night routine... » Continue Reading