if you wait out anything long enough it’ll go away on its own but i do not wait with my eyes closed, i bought the ticket to this show i paid for my seat now i keep checking my watch, now i want to leave like a rock in the river, i let this fixation… Continue reading “in the end?”
they say when you pick up a pencil your hand only knows how to draw the object of your desire, so why do only half drawn faces riddle my paper? a page in my notepad is titled: 'questions' i only wrote one line: 'do you feel' i never finished writing it out, maybe the first… Continue reading half moon
the ocean welcomes me back each time i return with a new face, i spent so much time waving hello while i was drowning beneath its waves the child with a dream of a castle the teen who felt like an impostor the youth who sought the sunrise the woman who now looks forward, deeper… Continue reading home is where the shore is
glazed eyes in the wake of the night shreddings fall from grace deftly yielding a carving blade like a Fate hands holding still a bar of soap embedding lies confidently construed at sixteen that will follow til much after twenty-two. you've carved a path, a slippery slope on which you've fallen, your head hurt your… Continue reading what a tangled web we weave
in a compendium constellation on a quiet and distant night across the universe you spoke to me in dull echoes and blinking lights a whisper in the evening for a day we could not wait the wonder of exhaling butterflies into space oh what glee it would bring to be together so we could sing… Continue reading space
sunken tired eyes close and focus like a broken camera lens the mirror speaks a different language in the dead of night when you are faced with your own face a face that is not your own staring back boring into your soul and the sudden jolt when you recognize that you are recognized by… Continue reading THREE A.M.