YOU ARE ALL PAINFUL AND I WISH I COULD MAKE YOU A SUMMER’S DAY WHERE EVERYTHING SHONE AND NOTHING BURNED BUT ITS TOO LATE FOR ME.
ASH I FELT, ASH I BECAME,
ASH I KNEW TO PREPARE FOR WHAT REMAINS.
UNDER SOFT AND BENDABLE RESISTANCE I HAD FOUND
THE USELESS PINING MURMUR THAT KEPT ME ON THE GROUND.
I CHASE THE DAYS YOU SPOKE TO ME WITH TEARS LEFT ON MY WRISTS.
YOU TOOK MY HAND AND WIPED AWAY THE OTHER DAYS YOU MISSED.
I WONDER NOW HOW YOU CAN LIVE WITH UTTER USELESSNESS,
AND I REMEMBER ALL TOO CLEAR HOW YOU WALKED AWAY FROM THIS.
NOW I SEE WHAT I SHOULD HAVE DONE THE MOMENT WE MET EYES.
I SHOULD HAVE RUN. THIS SUMMER’S DAY IS EQUALLY MY DEMISE.
THE MORE WE CURLED, THE MORE I LOVED, THE BIGGER THE HEART WE PAID,
I MISUNDERSTOOD. I THOUGHT IGNORANCE MEANT YOU WERE AFRAID.
LETS RELIVE THE FIRST TIME; I BELIEVE MY HAPPIEST DAY.
I WOULD DRIVE UP, TURN AROUND, AND FUCKING WALK AWAY.
I Should Have Known.
I should have seen her eyes
in your throat.
Should have tasted her on my lips
the night you came and kissed me
under my windowsill.
I should have known the fire was hers because
I’m not flammable, it was her.
It wasn’t ash I became it was myrrh.
A bitter fruit born just to suffer.
Actions speak louder than words
You were up in flames and I was cold to the touch
even with your hands roaming my surface.
Your sudden blaze hurt just
as if I had thrown my hand on a fire
and it hurt so much
a cold combusts.
She gave you just enough to light you up
with no love between her thighs.
I guess you needed on last thing to satisfy
This inferno, a lack of love will lead to it’s demise.
You turn to me, yet I have seen.
Preheated love, met with goodbyes.
First in a long time
I think I could fall in love
with the way you feel in my arms
and the way you breathe
I think I could fall in love
with the way your hand fits in mine
and the way you look at me
I am in love with that perfect smile
and the way you laugh
With every word you speak
and every game you play
I am falling
I am the fallen
Handpicked from a sea of characteristics,
There’s no part of me that was artificially placed within my bones,
under my skin, unless you count the
retainer cemented to my under smile
so many years ago.
Handpicked from a sea of characteristics,
There’s no part of you that I can unmake
The operation table lights up and you don’t hesitate to
measure the space between my head and my torso
to find out how many things you can fit in there
before you hit the edge
and the game is over.
My nose blinks red over and over again
but I guess we’re not playing the game,
we’re playing games.
And you love to patch me up with things that
I would never try to patch up the things that make you you,
or twist the quirks that tighten your bolts.
Nothing needs to be fixed.
But I guess I was put together wrong.
I guess someone forgot to match my parts
and found the scraps instead.
I may be garbage, but I am still me.
I’m your slice of greatness, but not to me.
I’m your sandwiched sweetheart, but not to me.
I’m your princess, but not to me.
I am your slave.
You fixed the things you didn’t like
on the operating table
and left me out to dry.
Patched up all my flaws with
swatches you made with ideas of your
I haven’t woken up yet
but something tells me,
even your perfect girl
isn’t what you’re looking for.
Limbs walking without direction.
Torso airy and plump.
My lips don’t feel the cold,
my fingers flutter at the thought of flight.
A modern day Hermes,
but what message have I to offer?
Who are the gods now?
What is holy enough to receive
the vicious note I have here
I meander the sidewalk, a floating corpse
I spread my wings.
My feathered anklets sprout from
blue doc marten shoes.
Winged peacoat ruffles it’s new coat.
A loyal spread outstretched on the walkway.
I kneel a heavenly pose between apartment rows.
Slowly stirring each plum feather.
I pump a wave of air within my berth.
Watch the idle leaves crinkled with snow, quiver.
Above, the dark sky, clear as the ocean, beckons.
I hear you, whispers I.
The low tone of the ocean water whistling as I prepare.
A whole minute goes by before I am ready.
I’m warm. Elated.
Shivering with this bulletin for the gods.
Waiting to erupt with power, flight, deliverance.
Heating the concrete around me,
it rises up and my rightful pedestal is formed.
There is no god, I say.
I shoot for the absent heavens and cry out
Dear lord have mercy!
This is not the ivory freedom I imagined—
it is greater.
The atmosphere parts at my presence
lavishing me with the icy glory of the monarch angels that came before me.
A pleasure, I assume.
I can’t imagine a fall.
I wait for the euphoric sensation to end
but it’s not over until I hit rock bottom.
A cold front slaps the plum fringe right off of me.
Electrifying the richness right out of me.
A brief lingering at the apex of desire
then it’s gone. All gone.
Wind is taken from my wings,
All hail the mighty gravity.
I should have known I was not a god.
The fall is endless and I can’t look down.
Too far is so far out of my reach.
The Earth is almost soft.
Minutes have fallen away and my frame
echoes in the shape around me.
A crime scene,
of one who thought too much.
Grew wings that weren’t hers.
And held a message she could not carry.
Skeletal wings, hopelessly broken on the sidewalk,
I get up, stagger to my door.
The quiet is so much louder when you have heard
the voice of gods.
Within you, around you.
In the flesh of your own wings,
the fluttering feathers of kings.
I wonder if the aftermath of hermes
will be followed by human beings.
It all happened so fast and led up to this
On the 18th,
You kissed me for the first time.
On the 20th,
On the 21st,
You asked me to be with you.
On the 22nd,
We were happier than ever.
On the 23rd,
We ended it, for you.
It all happened so fast and my head is still spinning.
I watched the world come to life.
At the peak of exhaustion,
The end of my rope in hand,
I saw the sky dance
I saw the clouds grab at each other,
Catch hands and spin.
Run with the moon
Across a powdered sky.
I saw the trees grow fangs.
Gnaw at the air as leaves
Drip from their lips,
Blow across the open road.
I saw the lines that divide the highway
Grow wings and take off into
Join the dancing clouds
Or the dark lips of the trees.
They begged at my windows
For me to join them.
Come, fly with me, they said,
As the landed on
The anchors of bridges
The lamp posts
The guard rails.
But soon, they said
As they drifted towards my heavy lids.
Tonight, they said.
The road became a snake
Winding violently around the forrest.
Pricking it’s fangs at the serpent’s back.
Only just missing me.
I saw flakes of light
In front of me
Following the serpent’s curve.
I saw angry fireflies
Quickly passing me.
The soft wings of white lines
Flutter at my consciousness.
Tell me to believe
Tell me to fall
Tell me it’s the best way
For both of us.
His face, I saw in the clouds
Spinning with monsters.
The trees kissed his cheeks
And hid their fangs.
The sweet wings gathered ‘round him
Transformed him. Dust. Leaves.
They kindly brush his remains
Across my vision.
My windshield subject to a
Of the broken heart I created.
The best I destroyed.
The snake became a busy street.
The stoplights, blinking eyes,
Questioning my decisions
And searching for recognizable me.
Other beasts flinging by,
Crawling past the mass of gaping houses,
Deafening shouts to me.
I park and step out of my beast.
The ocean, quiet, beckons.
The reality sets in
And the quiet is intimate.
I turn for home, and let go.
Leaves fall lightly from my hands.
Beneath the plunge is
That neckline reveals
I’ve fallen deep into
unknowingly finding myself
Who else can see you,
O, sweet abyss?
Who else skirts
and peaks into your infinite?
The rim I run is thin
and growing thinner
Don’t help me, Darkness.
Don’t run me dry, Darling.
I’ve a little left in me
to get a running start.
You are the most cunning of
That plunge, the point:
It frames the answer
when the light is just right.
Temptation sounds so sweet
and tastes like
In between the lines reads:
find me, sunshine.
The point will lead you home.
How kind of you to open up
and let me in.
Undertaker of mine,
hold my hand.
Spin me ‘round.
Harness the darkness I have yet
and wind me a sweater.
Make it soft and inviting
because all darkness is.
Make a move when designing
for I have nothing else to wear.
Make it for me.
Make it for the jump.
Make it for the hovering moment
There’s no need for gravity
when you’ve defied it.
That second where nothing is holding you up
Looking down and I see
and I feel so
Letting go never felt
I love you
but not in that way
I’ll always know.
You still don’t get it.
Is It Enough Tonight?
And all I can do tonight
is hope that the music
and the tears
will be enough
but I’m scared that it may not be
and it’s not you that this is about
it’s about me
it’s about me and everything
everything before you
am I a coward
or am I strong
when I can hardly breathe
when I have no one to turn to
the dark and music swallow me
and I do nothing