has some nefarious monster snatched the azure from the skies or have i been stricken colorblind in the absence of you? the sparrows hop chirping about as if everything is business as normal but this diffusion of shades of gray has my internal alarm system screaming panics. i fell frozen the depths of this sorrow […]
she manages to see me at my worst and makes me better as my soulshatter kaleidoscope casts shadows on the scarred rusted bars of the prison in which my broken holds my heart hostage. she takes my poetic and my ugly in equal measure with a smile that lets me know it will all be […]
just beneaththe shimmering surfaceshines a soft pinkas the scent ofwildflowers carriesheavy on the frozenbreeze she is a clusterof peonies interlacedwith wrought ironstronger in her suppledelicacy than thediamonds her smilefar outshines even now she laughsdismissively at my notfar fetched claimsas my heart thundersher name in every spasmingbeat of longingto rest in her divinity in that soft […]
my love is my definition of beauty her heart and her mind illuminate my shadows shining bright when i wake ugly again and i can be so very ugly. she is everything which helps balance out my nothing without diminishing her wonder in the slightest. sometimes i fear i am her only flaw and i […]
in every breath turned to mist in the frigidness that gripped me tightly, a cerulean lover hungering for every bit of my fleeting warmth, in those clouds of lingering dreams, expelled into the aether a million unwritten odes, of my love for your immaculate wonder, your name etched in cursive on my tentative pink tongue,so […]
in the moments between moments, there, my love for you screams loudly to echo off everything; i woke to a world covered in snow muted by the heavy flakes the only sound i heard was your name carried on my pulse i could not say with any certainty if it was the cold or simply […]
the kids are sleeping the world is silent except for the wind the bastard never seems to stop howling even as everything is at peace; i am staring up at the ceiling cold and miserable my face hurts my ear hurts and the goddamned words ~my usual salvation of sorts~ well the cursor keeps flashing […]
the sparrows have decided to avoid the storm and take refuge on my porch they are lined up on the grill lid watching me watch them i am not sure what it is they see when they hop little eyes locked as i whisper poems about you, my love they seem nearly as enthralled as […]
i am an empty suit of armor, a sword scabbard, a stump, a target, a thin sheen of ice along her pulmonary painstutter watching the frozen world spin backwards, every good intention reversed, every utterance of love gone unseen, unread, unwanted vitriol and virtuosity evenly decrease the viscosity that keeps my steam powered heart vibrating […]
the pressurebehind my eyeshas the worldin a falsesense of half speedas i struggleto containthe rapid eruptionsraging throughmy inner ear so i dothe only thingi know i throw everypiece of mybroken intoloving her letting go ofthe acheinflaming myevery otherinsipid thoughtpouring accelerantover the infernoshe igniteson my everyraging desire
sold my soul so many times the devil won’t answer my calls sends me straight to voicemail where i ramble on incessantly about that weekend in vegas until he feels guilted into texting me back at three in the morning hoping to catch me asleep i don’t sleep it’s cold lately but in that emotional […]
her poetry wrapped itself around my throat with her silky elegance until i hung from her every beautiful word
i struggle the ache throbbing through my tender wrapped in this silent cacophony a warm cocoon struggling against this metamorphosis seeking only to become entangled in you
i am a droplet of condensation hanging solemnly from her web sunlight tickles through my supple translucency erupting ashadowplayofsoftlywhisperedodes tohersingularwonderfromwhichiam sothouroghlyensnaredenchantedby themajestyofher over her delicate beauty as she shimmers in my souldew refraction
uranium two thirty eight courses through her smile irradiating my carbon core rearranging this insipid heart pulsating in atomic dissonance there is a mushroom cloud in her eyes that leaves nothing but ash in her wake, all i want is to burn in the purifying flames of her embrace as the world fades to white […]
i long to feel your breath upon my lips the moment before we kiss as our mouths blossom into a soft sweet moment where everything simply stops i long to feel your breath upon my lips for in that moment i shall be complete
continuity static discharge across the binary passionwhispers of the elongated sighs reticulated in spectral benevolence on the obsidian shell of past agonies a mask of denials wrapped in layers suffocating truth with pandering lies best left to dreamashes her breath travels down my every detraction, reflecting the image of me she has planted firmly in […]
the rain falls in silver daggers cutting through the detritus of a fractured sphere neon dreamshivers cascade through mercury chemtrails illuminating the tumored expanse between rhythmic heartthunders in her chromium tinted soulshatter i scream your name in the midst of dream, seeking the salvation in your arms, falling falling falling, ever into you, the world […]
there is anoil slickon the coffeefractalsthat prevent my lipsfrom crackingthe amorphous shellbetween wakinginto another hellor strugglingto find solacein five minuteintervallicsleepwitherswhere dreamis an elastic bandaround rusty valvesin cardiac distress i wokelooked for yourealized exactlywhat new fuckerywas being imposedby realitythen stubbornlydrank coffeewhile glaring atthe ever brightening skyintermittentpalpatationsheartshivers tremblingover the invisiblesilken webthat connectsher wonderto my sense of awe
she excites a feeling of unknowing nakedness across the heartspatters that frame my willing desires of petulant flame casting off the multi-hued dispersions of aches before dancing shadows on the quiet cave walls of painted dream a momentarily [motionless sea on which we float in stasis] swept upon lingering tides of calcified lustshivers carved from […]
the last dregs of dream cling tendrils of foggy unwaking adding a hint of her held tightly to my chest in every absent thought as the coffee brews and the sky lightens outside half rapturous half agonizing wildflower petals softly spoken declarations in a haze of dreamslurry the sparrows line up to watch me watch […]
the river stands still from my vantage on the bridge the waves flash frozen in place lackadaisical reminders that the things we do daily mean nothing in the grand scheme as the thick ice groans in the early morning diffusion of light through thick blanketed gray i can happily recall silent mornings listening to the […]
we occupythe momentsbetween notesas ryo playsin the silencebetween heartbeatsthe instant beforethe synapse sparks slow dancingwith youas the worldstares at the high-hatshiverunaware of anythingbut you andthe wildflowers in your smile
empty parking lots across the once bustling city nothing remains but stray fools spilling their guts across the broken pavement as plastic bags hover in silent judgment if i can find a way to tune the satellite array attached to my aorta i can beam this signal across the aether to find your perfect heart […]
i couldn’t figure out why i always felt a disconnect to the world around me until i found her and it all became clear my body is right here in texas my mind is lost in the words and my heart is beating two hours behind in west coast time while my eyes keep looking […]
the deeper ingrained into my heart you become the more i worry about how my quicksand soul will swallow you whole i vacillate between my need to pour my love across your tattered seams and the knowledge i break everything i touch so please accept my sincerest apologies as i spill my feelings across the […]
the early morning ritual for the fool plays out the same most mornings with variable rates of anxiety wake an hour before the alarm lay halfway between states of consciousness as his heart sings a soft serenade lost in her until the alarm sounds coffee drips as the shower sputters to life the electric razor […]
she keeps my heart on her bedside table so in the middle of the night she can listen to the murmurs where my dreamself whispers the lines i can never get quite right to the moon who understands this longing that tugs at my pulse much the same way he can pull the seas but […]
i fell into the whorls of her fingerprints running down my side evaporated into mist as her breath touched my skin drowning in the storm signalled by the thunder in my chest the lightning in my veins while the scent of her pollen drifting along my psyche keeps this smile stapled to the edges of […]
in the quietest part of the morning when the world is still sleeping except for the poets and thieves as the sun sits just beneath the horizon as the sky transitions from black to shades of ultraviolet wonder while the coffee brews in sputtering drips my heart screams your name so loudly i fear to […]
her quicksilver tongue runs along the indecent curve of my feral desire her smile a razor carving my inferno into bonfires to guide her fingers around my heart her breath across my flesh my scars erupt in neon my pulse adapting to her rhythm her jagged pierces my smooth, our venomous blood no longer sated […]
i wokewith a wreatheof wildflowerslovingly woundaround my heartevery beatsending herpollen deeperinto every nookof my stainedglass soul possession isfour fifthsof the lawand i am hers
she sat calmly plucking stars from the sky i watched as she peered at each one carefully murmurmed softly before setting each gently back in place she handed one to me from orion’s belt a swirling expanse pulsing in my shaking unworthy grasp i leaned close cupped it in my palm breathed an exhalation of […]
she speaksdirectly to my heartthrough thesilent syllablesleft hangingoff of the page i screamhoping she hearsthrough the clutterin the empty crieshollowing outthe soul of poetry i am in lovewith this womanwildflowersin her hairdripping poetrywith every smile every odehas been to hersince the momenther words took rootin my mindi knew i was hers she reachesinto my chestto […]
the air feels electrified as i stare up at the ceiling thinking about all the new mistakes we can make the new experience of doing things we have done a million times alone now together comparing battle scars as the sun drags itself across the sky no one can save us from ourselves but at […]
when i handed you the blade i hoped that maybe somehow you could make me a real boy carve a window in the side of my head so you can see how i am always lost in you cut a door into my chest so you can see the cuckoo waiting patiently for the clock […]
some quiet moments weigh as much as a black hole growing in your chest she said consistency was the key to her heart but little did she know i had been consistently falling apart since my first tremulous breath an apocalypse in half measure but in those quiet moments the swirling sorrow that entwines itself […]
you sofill my mindat timesi cannot recallif ihave writtena poemor just beenso lostin youthe worldhas becomeone there are onlyso many waysto tell youthati love youso insteadi whisper itintothe ears ofevery squirreli seeso they cancarry itthrough the treesif any squirrelsstareit’s becausethey justwant to seewhat all the fussis about maybethat could bea poem
we float along on the backs of alligators down the slow moving river, turtles sunning on a lazy day, there was nothing exotic about our lounging though the eyes of gators seemed unimpressed; and you laughed your laugh that plays the bones of my spine like a xylophone, shimmering symphonic waves of pleasure, a tuning […]
as the coffee swirls along the subtle empty that spirals deeper into the darkness summing up the essential blocks to building this blank faced fool with ink stained fingers twitching to accentuate the confusion in his bewildered gaze as the monochromatic skyline blurs into concrete edification highlighting the spaces between a train whistles off in […]
i wanted to write something romantic something to curl your toes as you realized just how deep the longing burns inside of me with you as the accelerant instead i sat for fifteen minutes smiling because you make me feel so fucking alive so fucking happy it might not be romantic but it is real […]
no matter howbadlythe day is goingit simply takesa few wordsfrom my ladywith wildflowersin her smileto make it allsnap backinto focussomehowshe guidesthe anchoraround my throatto shallow seaswhere i canmanageto keep my headabove water when i tell herthat i love herit means morethan the simplicityof the wordsit meansmy heartbeathas shiftedmy pulsespelling her namein cursivealong every inchof arterial […]
i am no artist yet i dream of painting your flesh with tongue and teeth and lips an endeavor to rival the sistine chapel with a passion so all encompassing it would surely strip michelangelo of his feeble brush and paint with an indignant fury in the face of true artistry on the most perfect […]
she and itended a gardenthat grew deepbeneath the wavesa hidden sanctuarywhere the sunis only a dream we made loveon the currentslit by thebioluminescencecarefullycultivatedalong rows of kelp i didn’t questionour submerged lifewell awarewhereverher smile leadsis the only homenecessary for me
she kept her heart in a glass jar with fireflies tucked next to the cosmos in her chest to say i was smitten was to ignore the laws of magnetism as suggested by her irresistible pull i likely knew i loved her before i ever knew her name so caught up in the tempest in […]
she exists in the center point of the gaping eye of madness a crystal clear sanctuary of serenity in the clouds of insanity and despair a faint haze of sunlight breaking forth from the silhouetted cyclopean gaze softening the clarity with supple surrender that comes from knowing she exists
in the infinitesimal bombardment of invisible forces that influence every facet of existence she calls to the chaos before my unbelieving eyes she takes the different flows weaves them into a tapestry she is lachesis she is athena she is aphrodite she is clarity wisdom love a one woman pantheon unaware of her own divinity […]
fell asleep with your words on my chest as the exhaustion of constant anxiety wore through my sullen the same way a creek carves through the mountains i chased a drifting balloon across the rooftops of a nameless city sitting on the edge of an endless desert facade encircling my photonegative smile losing the reason […]
the power in someone putting themselves into the focus of someone else’s words being able to wish for those phrases to highlight the things within themselves they wish to see means one of two things the words hold power or the reader holds their own sense of self too high i have never seen myself […]
if i could pull down the sky to grab thirty stars off the ebony blanket of night to drape across your body they would demurely dim faced with the comparison to the complex beauty you exude effortlessly. if i could write the words that would prove to you exactly how deeply ingrained into my pulse […]
it’s impossible to describe how you make my soul feel incredibly free a drink of water after days in the desert an errant ray of light on a cloudy day an ease that sweeps through me when i think of you just you being you
the street was nearly bleached out by golden light that didn’t seem to come from the sun but almost emanate from the air itself we walked together hand in hand in this yellow nimbus talking about the world around us watching the people laughing as it all seemed so silly the rush the angst the […]
i have sought the term to describe the woman that i love a game of pains for a poetic fool one that strikes the words from the sodden mining new scars out of the aether in solemn oaths of undying adoration noumenon – a thing as it is in itself, as different from a thing […]
there was a duck something something fell in love with a swan things happened (lessons learned) he was a swan (bird logic) the whole time they realized that they were both (blah blah blah) sunshine happy images the truth is i fall asleep with your name on my lips i wake with you filling my […]
poetry is an excuse to hide the truth behind flowery words metaphors disguise pain or carve edifices to ideals saying so much without revealing anything maybe i am not a poet maybe i am just a coward so fuck it i love how you make me feel i love your quirks i just love you.
the mockingbird sits in the old oak tree watching the silent world as the first hint of light ignites the far eastern horizon it hops from one leg to the other ready to fire off into the slowly filtered dawn a cacophonous blast a fire burns in the black orbs a need to shout to […]
i know you would roll your eyes at me if i dared say you are perfect you would brush it off or try to convince me that it is far from true you’d think i was overly romantic the fool was too much in love to see reality with lavender glasses bleeding out the hard […]
training for a marathon barefoot across the remnants of every childhood dream that was shattered every year i die waiting to be reborn into something half as twisted half as infected half as ineffectual something more suited to be injected directly into your open mouth training for extreme depression by locking myself into the closet […]
she cut the wires to my self destruct button so now when i jam down hard on it in my moments of extreme weakness it just plays her smile on a loop sending the bitter sorrow back to the basement where it belongs she knows the affect she has on me yet never uses it […]
i just want to be left alone the world can go fuck itself the chatter can stop the people can turn to dust blow away into the sunrise i just want to be left alone with my thoughts my mania my pain my scars where judging eyes are blinded by the light refracted off the […]
we all stand by the water’s edge feeling as the cold slowly climbs a gradual drowning so many loved ones have disappeared beneath the waves the emptiness reflected in the placid lapping i close my eyes lock your smile into my mind as the the water tickles the tip of my nose uncaring of the […]
i have missed you in that missing came to realize how deeply you run in my veins so when i miss you i feel my pulse on my throat right where your mouth should be and i whisper my love into the darkness
i just wrote you another poem as i drove it was possibly my best prose yet so i cupped my hand around a stray beam of sunshine whispered it with every nuance then let it reflect off my mirrored pupils to find it’s way to lay upon your skin
some days the entire world is beauty today i drown in a pool of ugly the only thing untinged is you, my dearest that’s enough to keep hope burning
they dart around my head shadowy octopi with fluttering ears propelling themselves through the humid air of early morning dissonance writing in duplicate seeing in triplicate lost in the waves of this ocean bearing down down down on the battered fool in desperate need of relief she comes over the horizon draped in gossamer golden […]
the tarnish runs too deeply on my soul to ever do anything but reflect your beauty but like a slick of oil on a serene pool sometimes the light catches me just right and i shimmer that’s how you make me feel inside shimmery and maybe a little pretty
i lifted my head as the final line of a poem floated off my tongue a declaration so true that it willed itself into half dreamt existence i inhaled sharply to try and pull the words back so i could feel them in my mouth once more infuse them with the image of you burnt […]
the morning is still heavy but not in a crushing way more in that pregnant pause way that i almost wonder if i woke or if this is a precursor to some dreamschism the edges don’t mesh from dream to reality or my adventure in the land of nod in dream we walked down hallways […]
i drive down the streets at a hundred miles an hour with my arm hanging out the window painting the city with my amethyst innocuosity singing at the top of my lungs as a cloud of joy radiates like a comet tail behind me a heart full of you a mind full of words too […]
most days the world at large for me can be summed up with two separate time zones pre-dawn promises in which all offers for my soul will be considered for the right deal and after she wakes up to be reminded that my soul isn’t mine to offer no matter how tempting the trade so […]
a sense of confusion sweeps across my paper maché wombnestle, a shuddering wave plays along the straight curve of my dasein-ersatz can you hear my heartbeat’s morose morse code tapping into the aether, the burlap sense of self calling in stutters and stops to your subtle nocturne or is this just a case of the […]
to my mind she was a series of non sequiturs because perfection is a stand alone trait even if her perfections stretched beyond the typical scope inherent in mortals as i fell in love with each facet bound in beauty like dream captured in amber in the very randomness of her concatenation there is a […]
she captured secret lightning hiding the discharge in mason jars squirrelled away in every nook or cranny she never did say why she hoarded the crackling forks of purple hued dissonance or where she even got them but once she kissed me after a bottle of wine and i still have a faint scar on […]
there are crevices in your soul that call to me secret places where no one else has been hidden spots groves of splendor where you pull leaves off flowers far from prying eyes in my longing to learn your classified currents to navigate your silent deflections i lose myself in the simple affection infectious the […]
some mornings the alarm is the harbinger of hellish defaults the indifferent screams of the bill collectors digitized to slap the still dreaming hippocampus into fraught wakefulness a steel toed boot nudging the limp limbics into a perpetual state of anxious motion this morning it was your voice whispering love through dream through the pillow […]
as exhaustion sweeps through my weary mind the darkness pulls me deeper into its embrace you ripple through my mind with sparks of electricity teasing my quickening pulse as i long to fall asleep clutching you instead of this pillow that soaks in the dreamkisses meant for your lips alone
your eyes sing to me of spring while your smile promises summer my hands trace autumn upon your flesh while we huddle in winter’s embrace i give to you my solstice my brightest days my darkest nights you give to me your equinox as your love transitions the seasons in my mind
i woke this morning with a burning in my belly with words dripping like honey from my tongue to stain the world around me in the varied shades of your smile i am no poet no sage offering words of wisdom just a humble fool that paints the pallettes leaving the canvas unstained by untrained […]
amid the syncopated wombmurmur in the heart of a dying star i hear your voice soft and clear, wormwood coats the undertongue as night falls over the sleeping disaster promised in your sigh. i walk steadfast into the whirl of blades unafraid or unfazed as the metal strikes bone, soft and clear i hear your […]
the limbs of the cherry tree are overladen with fruit that falls to the dirt to fester in sinful sickly sweet decay the branches droop away from the nurturing sun as the insects feast on the forgotten scraps there are times the weight of the globe seems precariously perched on the precipice of disaster where […]
she has a way of cutting through my bullshit carving away the flowing flowery words until all that remains is my quivering truth naked on the floor before her she has a way of understanding sometimes i get overwhelmed the world keeps taking i keep giving she sees me becoming a husk so she gently […]
she tattooed my mottled skin in wanton need with just the promise of lip and teeth i was a blank canvas before she made me into a work of art
a constabulary of carnations, prim balls of pandering pink puffs, swaying in the morbidity, inelegant indulgences like the swollen lips of lust, herself her cheshire grin ignites a charred patch of desire flaring across the cottonwood fluff covered fields, a quick burn leaving naught but ash behind the swell of her breasts, supple rapture in […]
when i was a kid my favorite season was winter the heavy snows in illinois would smother the sound laying heavy over everything but my joy was waking before the sun rose in her pallid state to watch the light reflect off the millions of diamond coated tree branches the air was too cold for […]
your words pluck the ukulele string that runs through my heart with a perfectly clear note that thrums inside my chest
i am delicate barbed wire twisted around lungs a drop of crimson on virgin white my heart is sculpted from plastic explosives my lips ignite the fuse but the countdown begins in earnest when i feel your breath on my thigh i am broken bent out of shape from all the sexual positions practiced and […]
her collar bone, misshapen like a pomegranate, yet still just as sweet if slightly worse for wear it is the imperfection that highlights the perfection innate to her
sonorous spirit! scintillating spectre! sweet siren, singing serenity scented serenades. sending sultry shivers, seductively shaking soulchills. she, supple serendipity, shearing sanctimonious scrutiny, softly sharing sanctuary.
there is a certain time of the day, shifts as the days grow longer and shorter the sun, growing tired of the view, content that a few moments sleep won’t hurt anyone, begins to set i follow her lazy journey, envious as she grows closer and closer to the object of heart’s desire as she […]
as the words rang, a clarion call of golden bells, over a field of wildflowers that span the land, from sea to sea, in every shade of your lips, your tongue, your throat, your sometimes the need to press against you, knowing i will want to bite your lip as my traitorous lungs demand oxygen […]
she coils gently in my bruises with the sweetest pain i inhale her wildflower dreampollen in waking dream the world is quiet except for her pulse on my hand an orchestra that fills the night with the softest shimmer
in my head songbirds flit about your head the woodland creatures lay gifts at your feet in honor the clouds always part so a single ray of light shines upon you somehow in reality you are better there is a deep satisfaction in your existence that massages my soul so when i see a songbird […]
and the sky was burnished in an ethereal pink as if the dream infected it with the same flush that sweeps my cheeks as the dreammist of writhing limbs fades into an odd sort of contentment until all that remains is the hint of her satisfied smile
she told me my words were beautiful unaware that any beauty in them was hers reflected in my full moon stare
the infinite cosmos are the spaces between the synaptical flash in the neural network interlaced within her mind the constellations sway in her eyes the doorway to a soul that has swallowed the astronautical hearts drenched in intolerable ache i am trying to string together enough flashes to imprint an inverse rainbow across her limbic […]
i understand her heart is a diamond but i am afraid of touching it because these hands have only ever known what it means to break if i were to crack the eggshell facade to spill her secrets across the ebon seas i don’t think i could ever forgive myself but i would gladly inject […]
i woke to the feel of your teeth upon my throat your breath hot against my skin as i melted into this lake of crackling flame your subtle smile engulfing the rigid sense of self leaving me nothing but embers to float like fireflies at the edge of the night the sun has begun its […]
her fingers bleed from bending raw emotions into a seamless beam of concentrated light that pierces the veil of darkness that consumes my viridescent dismay a goddess with dirty soles tiptoeing through splintered thoughts finding the individual threads weaving wonder into the heart of pained abscess her reverse prismatic stare making whole the holy emptiness […]
the thunder awoke me from vaguely insidious dreams of things lurking just off in the black haze that i found myself lost within i was calling out to you my hoarse voice catching only to be absorbed half-formed spat back mockingly by the things that watch with unblinking ebony orbs when i woke the rain […]
i dreamt of a breast there was nothing sexual about the dream that came as i stirred from my broken slumber the great beast mistakenly rolling over but in the dream the dream in which i dreamt of a breast i was holding her she was pressed tightly against me skin on skin her hair […]
