My rose you are, Filling my life with bright reds and oranges, Dotting the night with stars, And swirling amidst the fallen petals in my head. My rose you are, Guiding my brushstrokes in sweet lines, Painting with my heart, And finding my voice in bright sunlight. If you were, not to wilt, but to … Continue reading Rose
Month: September 2017
Essay
This is kind of a break from form. I had to write it for something else, but I figured it would make for a pretty good post as well, even if it's a little rough.
Good Enough
I’ve been hurt. I didn’t know it when it happened, But now it’s clear. It was slow at first. It started with trying to make someone happy, But then it led here. The first trespasses were nothing at all, Subtle hints and gestures that could mean A million different things, But I let it drag … Continue reading Good Enough
Neck
Nothing feels quite like it. There is something in it so simple yet so overwhelming to me. The warmth of it makes me want to cry. It disarms me entirely, makes me feel not as a child, but as an infant in loving, trusted arms. All that even comes close anymore is the way my … Continue reading Neck
Just Raving
No matter what I write, it’s garbage. I read it, and it hurts. I have so much to say, but the words won’t come. All I can spit out is this meaningless drivel. My mind feels rotted by shallow conversation and brain dead functioning alone in a dingy house far removed from the ones I … Continue reading Just Raving
Learning to Sing
The storms don’t quiet. The thunders never hush. There is no silence, And soft-spoken words never count for much. Sure you may start, In the lonely dark, But you will not sing, Your words will not ring, Until you let it out, Until your song is a shout. No, there is no rule, No one … Continue reading Learning to Sing
The Gods Won’t Save You
Why do I feel like I'm bleeding out, When all I did was open my mouth? Why do I feel like I'm wasting away, When the pain feels more real day after day? All too well, my feet know the texture of the floor, And all too well, my stomach knows the sinking come from … Continue reading The Gods Won’t Save You
Too Afraid to Say
So many words I lose in the day, Fumbling with not enough nerve to say Anything that means anything at all, Because I’m so high up that I’m afraid to fall. But I can’t keep all of these things inside, Pouring over and pulling my stomach like goddamn a riptide. Sometimes when I’m alone, I … Continue reading Too Afraid to Say
Mother
I know you wish that we could come together, Be a family, love each other like mothers and brothers should. I know you wish that Al and I would start to get along, I know you've come so far and that you've lived so long, And now it feels like it's all gone wrong. I … Continue reading Mother
Sick
I’m stumbling through a hallway. I’m not drunk. I wish I were, but I can’t put the drink to my lips. A brother is too far gone down that path, and even before it comes, I see that pathetic end. I’m not fucked out of my mind on drugs. Half the faces around me show … Continue reading Sick
