Monday, November 17, 2014

from p.4 on Mon., Nov. 11th


  • My hands shake
    as the horn plays.
    All the memories,
    the good times will
    never be forgotten.
    The bitter cold
    brings the vicious
    ceremony to an end.

  • The paint
    swarms, like
    an insect,
    eager to
    consume the
    green waste
    of the gray.

  • On a frosty
    afternoon

    the sun shines
    above the clouds

    forgotten on a day
    like yesterday.

From p.1 on Mon., Nov. 17th


  • The silent sound of snow falling
    fills the atmosphere.



    I should've asked him.

  • Awkward limbs
    wrapped around
    awkward places.
    A cold night,
    yes.

    Expectations shattered
    and plans made.

    Eye contact cut-off
    by that night.

  • Shadowed days. Warm
    basements, I lay
    there, your head
    limp on my shoulder
    your warm breath
    hitting my sweatshirt.
    You look up
    at me & my heart
    melts away. Dripping
    down to nothing.

  • Your living room became
    an ocean.

    Your couch a boat.

    When it began to
    sink,
    I clung to you
    to keep from
    drowning.

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

from p.1 on Mon., Nov. 10th


  • Bubblegum lips form over
    the pain of weak hearts.

    Kissing away diversity and
    color.

    Holding malicious creatures
    between its gnashing teeth.

    Love?

  • Leaves dance
    across a bleak
    surface. Glinting,
    reflecting the sky
    that they fell from.

  • Cold, warm breath
    fogged up the air in
    front of me.

    Cold raindrops
    caught my eyelashes
    slowly dripping
    down my face.

    He leaned in and our
    lips met....

from p.4 on Mon., Nov. 10th


  • Butterscotch flowers
    line to line red dragonfly
    shines away, green soil.

  • The leaves, rocks, fall in
    the lost pieces of the past,
    an apple tree gone.

  • The blankets wet
    with the many tears that have
    been stored away.

  • The sound of a car,
    The smell of a pizza,
    gives my life meaning.

Monday, November 3, 2014

from p.4 on Mon., Nov. 3rd


  • Heart racing
    tick tick tack
    word by word--

    procrastinating is
    not easy.

  • The weightless leaves
    flow, in the black abyss
    stuck and trapped
    until decay.

  • Sparks burst--
    fireworks fly
    the tingle of his touch
         embraces me.
    Our lips meet and
         create a symphony. 

from p.1 on Mon., Nov. 3rd


  • Red lips stained
    the glass filled
    with merky clay
    old water.

    laughter left the
    lips that left the
    marks.

  • The wind whistles
    through the dented screen.
    Distant giggles
    echo     down the now

    abandoned

    street.
    As my eyelids are dragged
    d
      o
        w
           n
    by exhaustion.

  • She stared at
    me silent,
    Her arms sadly
    slumped at her sides,
    Eyes speak more than
    words.

  • You looked at me
    through a computer
    screen and your pixelated
    smile traveled miles and
    miles to keep me warm.