he is
he studies his face and the mountains that rise from it.
every tavern and every vein.
yet he periodically finds himself looking in the mirror
questioning the reflection that falls on his retina.
Monday, November 13, 2017
disoriented
he is
he studies his face and the mountains that rise from it.
every tavern and every vein.
yet he periodically finds himself looking in the mirror
questioning the reflection that falls on his retina.
Monday, October 23, 2017
love me less love me longer
their veins crawl across the skin like lightning
their fingertips are matches,
igniting a fire the moment they strike skin
a fire that spreads through the body till it hits your skull and fills your toes.
eyes like a gaping canvas.
a heart thumping like a drum.
Wednesday, April 26, 2017
im sorry
you're all disappointed in me.
i get it.
i would have been too.
i just can't change who i am
i just can't kick up these roots.
they're too deep.
i took my mask off and you weren't pleased in the least bit by what you saw.
the moon didn't even smile at me last night.
you all thought i was different.
you were wrong.
you all thought i was different.
you were wrong.
Sunday, April 2, 2017
my truth
what is my truth?
the truth is i don't know what the hell i'm doing.
you wander and wander and at some point you realize you're lost.
completely alone.
alone in this fragile landscape made of glass.
alone in this fragile landscape made of glass.
my heart is a brick.
floating in my chest.
just waiting to fall into my rib bones.
i pray that it gets better.
but it won't.
if i tied this brick to my ankles, do you think i'd float?
truth is that my mind is made of spaghetti.
truth is that my mind is made of spaghetti.
tangles and strings.
knots tied around my eyes like a blind fold.
i can't see the world smear as i fall.
i can't see the world smear as i fall.
i inhale glaciers and exhale shadows.
every breath is heavy.
and hot.
like i'm a house on fire.
burn me down to the ground.
and kick through the ashes.
truth is i spend my days in this room.
day after day.
after day.
miles and miles of days.
till the day that it all stops.
everything stops.
burn me down to the ground.
and kick through the ashes.
truth is i spend my days in this room.
day after day.
after day.
miles and miles of days.
till the day that it all stops.
everything stops.
Sunday, January 29, 2017
this room
nothing but the bliss of nothingness.
i am falling in this room.
these plants of mine sit in the grey window sill.
theres not enough sunlight to feed them and theyre starting to lose faith that spring will ever come.
i too lost my hope.
the soles of my feet lost their rhythm.
fingers tap my skull.
knock knock.
whos there?
its everyone that ive lost.
everyone that ill never meet.
secrets fill my mouth.
and music fills my ears.
but not my soul.
ive come this far just to sit in this room and be tortured.
tortured by the past.
the past.
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