My memory will fade like sun-beaten window stickers Barely legible but somehow still in attendance Lurking, twisting, peeling Peeling back layers upon layers of skin Scar tissue from way back when I thought what I thought I could handle Panic attacks breaking glass in the back of my head And I wait, oh, how I … Continue reading Stranger
Poetry
Salt and Smoke
Look into the eyes of god Windows to the bold You are a wildfire As good as gold Belonging to the flowers Sparked by your own modesty I have so few dreams And you, far too many A punch in the gut A kick in the teeth What do you do When you think of … Continue reading Salt and Smoke
Apnea
From sky to earth, my defenses crumble Broken bricks hiding their hollowness An ode to man's mortal failing Is it just me or when did I become a man Youthful, long night drives Time used to feel fine like sand Whispering through trees Dancing, slipping through my hands Your hair got caught in the branches … Continue reading Apnea
Bermuda
I speak out of character, I think out of turn To find when my mind's awake, my soul still sleeps But I've always felt restless Can't let my bones breathe, they'll gather rust A youthful fear that I can't suppress Wouldn't let my voice speak, always hushed I did everything, everything just to clean me … Continue reading Bermuda
Rosewater
It keeps raining in my head Even though I blame the weather You could come for me oh, Death If you didn’t know me better I’ll be gone when the sun comes up As my hands brace against the ivy walls Tears would fall like water from weighted clouds If I could care at all … Continue reading Rosewater
Concrete and Mud
I feel as though I have nothing to write about. Like I've spoken every little thought into the air. Written every collapse over and over again. Recycling memories to show some greater purpose. Akin to feeling a hell of a lot more worthless. I've heard some say that life finds a way. We can always … Continue reading Concrete and Mud
Foster
You built a home in your rib cage. The heart I was meant to protect. Found myself trying to fill the space. With all the things I meant to neglect. Beneath layers of skin grown too thin. Sleep all the untouchable parts. Hanging off of delicate limbs. Words that were whittled too sharp. To see … Continue reading Foster
