February 2012
10 posts
lift those heavy eyelids.
i’m tired of the bullets we all carry in our backpacks and of our tendency to shoot the messengers and the ones who are different. because really i just want to know you in all of your complexities but there are hand grenades hidden in the promises we make as we swear we’ll never destroy each other i begin to doubt that it is true because all i’ve ever believed was different than...
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just leave me your stardust to remember me by.
i sent you my heart in a box, the postman promised to have you sign on the dotted line before entrusting it to you but maybe he forgot or maybe he just decided that it wasn’t worth the time but either way i’m here and you are there in this age of television blues and artificial coloring shot with needles into our artificial conversations i could tell you that i miss you but my words...
on valentines day:
“Be loved. Be known. Love people and know people. Be so brave as to raise a hand for help when you need it. Make friends and make sure they know they matter. Be loyal to them and fight for them. Remind them what’s true and invite them to do the same when you forget. If you do some losing or you walk with someone else in their defeat, live with dignity and grace. It is a middle finger to the...
a day of pale skies and a real kiss.
the words i want to say to you are words that i won’t ever say the syllables formed on my tongue choke and burn out before they ever reach the surface though my heart pumps them forth it is a wasted effort because my fear is my best guardian and i will always hide behind it building wall after wall and it hurts to hide behind this fortress my hands clasp each other so tightly afraid to...
i might have cried for days, but now that seems...
You didn’t have to pull me from this sinking ship, but your hands clenched my wrists and dragged me from the depths and for a moment i could breathe, caught between the turmoil above and below. tossed and turned by these waves that still crash on shore in the light of day, they pummel me with blow after blow. my eyes are crusted shut with sand and blood and tears and the pulsing of these...
then i'll head out to horizon lines, get some...
we stood upon the battlefield with our fingers not quite touching, “will you remember me forever?” I asked, but you told me then that you couldn’t make promises and i remembered, though i somehow made myself believe that this was different, the cracked edges of my dreams still look broken in the light. though i’m small, the twisted bridges that we built couldn’t...
it's the sound of the unlocking and the lift away.
the sun and moon remember us, though the halls within our hearts now house only ghosts. your voice still echoes in the hollows of my chest, the silence of things remembered is nothing now but an aching in my bones. i still think of how the syncopation of our breaths used to make the light break, sparking the sight of things brand new but today i am afraid to open these eyelids to a world that...
i'd hit the pavement again but all my knuckles are...
if i close my eyes will you spin me around like a child? moment by moment we grow into something i can’t begin to explain, far beyond the reaches of this setting sun we build our kingdoms and we dwell here in between dreams and reality. your shaking fingertips betray all you’ve ever wanted me to know and i begin to believe in tomorrows when i hear your voice, trembling with all the...
i knew.
We were never whole, just separate halves diametrically opposed to all we thought we’d be. Your heart beat beneath your rib cage was a rhythm I couldn’t match, in the pools behind your eyes were depths I couldn’t fathom. The sun through our windows turned us into gold but like midas you turned to other things and I turned into stone, a cracked edifice composed of all...
the one that belonged to you.
it’s one of those nights where
even the sound of silence is enough
to crack my eardrums
the resounding crackle of your goodbye
still echoes in these halls and some days i find myself wondering
just where i am or maybe who i am
so i slap another nametag on this old sweater
the one i still wear
the one that belonged to you
and i curl my arms closer around my chest
in this the most...