When they say Don’t I know you? say no. When they invite you to the party remember what parties are like before answering. Someone is telling you in a loud voice they once wrote a poem. Greasy sausage balls on a paper plate. Then reply. If they say We should get together say why? It’s… Continue reading the art of disappearing
the sun set trees on fire, releasing dying embers, pirouettes in the wind. i count them, like i count the minutes until the day ends, like i will count the dust on that last day, when i can look up a final time from underneath it all. there are no faces above me tonight. just… Continue reading fall
where is the world of honest men? when there was so much worth in the human soul, that our word was enough to stop death, when honor and truth was worth far more than what we wanted in our heads? we live in a world where it is celebrated to want it all, without any… Continue reading worth
it is a fact that the grass is much greener where you water it, yet while these stiff blades craved a flood the salty waterworks provided a temporary wonder until the salt reached its roots and stung my tongue, licking long lost wounds a reminder— the grass that is dead can yet still be watered
like a thief that comes quietly in the night like the aroma of summer and a firefly's light the deepest feelings of love and loss wash over you simply, like an old wave rolling its daily duty on a faraway shore it feels like a morning commute it tastes like unlocking your door, and so… Continue reading still
i did not know what was in front of me, until i read between your parentheses, sharp enough to cut through these cataracts, exposing earthy eyes, sunlight at midnight. it was not until you understood what was meant to be said and what is carefully, not, that your deep crevices became the secret field where… Continue reading between the lines
it is easy to swallow your pride when you are tired of sleeping at night with an empty stomach. the rocky shores of nausea full of poison, void of purpose. gulp the bolus of their lies and sleep full, round, bright like the moon before it dies its monthly, dimming death.