Pure, Honest, and Innocent:

could i imagine that?

When i try,

her face appears as a golden maiden next door

knelt down at the beds

watering her orchids as the sun dips low and paints her face the color of contentment.

She smiles and waves as i walk from the car

she says,

“It’s so nice to feel the sun again.”

She seems so far away, though just next door.

to me, she is fiction.

My past comes in ...

I dreamed of dying young and angry.

I was always the martyr in my mind.

a sword in my hand

a tear on my cheek

garments flowing in the wind.

To be with you was to forget my delusions

of war and justice.

My days with you are long

and similar

and pure golden.

and right.

we work in the fields from rose to ink

and it is hard

but it is beautiful.

you taught me how to be timid.

when you ripped the swo...

Happy birthday.

i have not seen you since December.

Some things about you could never change:

the way your beautiful strawberry hair falls perfectly around your face; the way your eyebrows arch, as if you know something I don’t; the mole on the side of your cheek.

Yet somehow, everything is different. It’s been too long to know you like I used to.

The girl is beautiful, but i wish she wasn’t. It...

One day, she came in

threw her stuff around my room

now it looks empty.

I’m messy again.

cleaning is easy when it’s

for someone you love.

It’s so hard to think

of someone else’s big mess

all over your floor.

I needed balance.

Now, they’re never around

my walls are so bare....

All that glitters is not gold

but gold is not the only good thing.

gold is not the only valuable

the only perfect metal

in a sparkling world.

Could you tell a child who had never seen snow

in awe of the shimmering light

for the very first time

of its glittering deceit?

All that glitters is not gold

but the whole world is aglow.

Would you dare ask a girl with her first kiss

her first love

...

Could you at least try to pull yourself together before we go in?

I don’t want to go in with you.

I need you to stop crying. everyone will look at us when we walk in.

I am so sick of being gawked at.

What is your problem? Can you not see how lucky you are?

I don’t want to see you ever again after tonight.

You think you’re so fucking clever. God i wish you could stop being cryptic for one sec...

This is not really a poem so much as a small sentiment that popped into my head and helped me through tough times in which someone who might have been “the one” slipped right through my fingers. It may not follow poetic structure, but it is a love story, and i believe love is poetry.

I fell in love for the second time during the hottest week of the year. The sun in the sky felt far away and so sm...

Looking in the mirror, i see what i am supposed to see.

the pieces all fall into place. i am put together. made whole.

What the mirror cannot show me is the monster

the fungus that is currently constantly consistently

ravishing my insides.

Chaos ensues as it argues with the mirror girl.

The bacteria that has infected her bellows:

just check it just check it just look just touch it it can’t hurt ...

I have an intense case of writers block

i cant even follow directions

my writing skills need resurrection

as you read this, it won’t be a shock

To write about fall would be fine

but i have not a clue

what i might do

when it’s time to write the first line.

It’s barely turned summer, why write about fall?

Maybe i’ll have an idea

by the time we have colder weather

all the greats are rolling i...

I know he can’t help who he is.

I know that he tells me not to worry, and that he loves me.

But I see him succeed, and pull them all along

like a beautiful green-eyed magnet.

He puts his soul into everything he does, his heart spews in to everything he creates with his gorgeous mind.

He fills every space he is in.

I just want to share a room with him.

I want to spend a day

just one single day

tha...