inward

I’m enthralled
by the idea

of what

the world
would be like

if we all buried

our noses
deep
 into a book
instead of

our cell phones
and other people’s
business.

Basic

We are 
a
sleep-deprived
generation

that is also
least likely

to wake up.

Reserved

In public,
serene faces

chaotic minds

observing people

noting behaviors

silence preferred
always.

Dream #999

As I tried to sleep last night,
a group of three men
dressed as riot police
burst through my
bedroom window.

They held me on my bed
and sliced open my skull
with X-acto knives,
pulling out an SD card
I didn’t even know was there.

One of them plugged
the card into a smartphone
and they all gathered
around the burning screen.

They began to weep
through their masks
before leaving quickly
as they came in.

Meanwhile, childhood leaked
from the hole in my head
and stained my sheets
the color of a cloudless sky.

Relaxation washed over
me like drowning.
I slipped into the deepest
sleep of my life
and woke up this morning
refreshed for a change.

tragedy

he says he has no talents,
i wonder if he knows

that i can name a hundred things

he does
 that make him
the most
 special entity,

that make him
 my mind’s

favorite tragedy...

deprivation

i want to touch you
in the places

you never knew

were so
 deprived

Maximal

I write dirty words and go to extremes
But don’t think for a minute you see my secret things.
Inside me is locked a goddess of love
Who pushes and writhes, waiting to be let out of her cage.
She’s there at the surface when the writing shows lust
Hidden in the shadows smiling mysteriously
Waiting and watching you fall to your knees.

Her essence is shared with the free spirited girl
Who aches to be free of this temporal world
The soul of that girl comes out as a tease
Her longing and pleading you hear in my words
The two of them dancing out love and lust on the page
Not caring if you see the truth they do bare
Their only concern is the feelings that hum
Being shared as they are felt to the core of my being.

11 mins

he whispered,
”you taste like 11 minutes after the sunset

when the sky is the most beautiful
.
when blue finally meets orange
with the first star
up on the horizon

watching down on a spectrum
of two colors 
connecting
...
and i never knew orange
could look so beautiful.”

weakness

he spent an hour reading
my personality chart

“i’m reading about your
weaknesses
“ he told me,

i laughed
..
how could you possibly know
my weaknesses
when ive never given away
what they were?

Asthetics

yellow walls
blue furniture
monet paintings all over the room
he’s sitting on the carpet
in his sweatpants
with his coffee mug
on the table beside him
i don’t know what he’s reading
he looks beautiful today

concept #37

concept:

you and i
 sitting under a shady tree
you watching me
 reading out loud


paragraphs
 from my favorite book

dream #122

Medieval times in a far away land,
lived two treasoned lovers
who were damned by the Queen.

His hands travelled slowly

down her sides, “I fell in love
 the day
we met. The day I laid eyes on you
it was evident to me
you were not what you appeared to be.”
She smiled, “Is that so?”

“I have more to show you,” he said.
He pressed closer.
Through an open side door,
she caught a glimpse 
of an antique
wrought-iron bed
high and wide, and her knees
began to tremble,

“Your bedroom?”

Nervously, she slipped her hands
under his jacket
brushing them over the silk
shirt covering his beautiful body,
and said, 
“All right.”

Holding her breath, she walked into the room...

#101

He calls her the devil
cause she makes
him wanna sin.
And every time she knocks,
he can’t help but let her in

underbelly

How could two monsters
not fall in love,
hiding under the same bed?

the wave

i had to strip my soul naked
of people’s opinions
so i could soak in my truth.
now i swim free of guilt
and nothing can drown me.

city street

There is nothing prettier than a city at 4 AM
with its empty streets and slient wind.

slience

i often prefer silence
and body language.
rather than speaking

speaking over complicates things
and creates problems that aren't there.

truth #546

sometimes you just need an adventure
to cleanse the bitter taste
of life from your soul.

on the inside

Introverts:
One who cares little for the
trivial meaningless things in life
because they are too busy trying
to calm the raging hurricane
that is their mind.

reflection

I am mentally ambidextrous.
I could see myself in a mirror
and see something beautiful,
but in the same day
I could see my reflection
and despise everything about me

common place

Forced conversations along with fake smiles.
-the world

letter

I wish I could send a letter to the past,
but the future’s all I have left.

the vandal

Did you just try to break down my walls?
How dare you?
Darling, I should have you arrested for vandalism.

the ticket

i am fairly certain
that my imagination
will one day get me
a one way ticket
straight to hell...

pass by

Sometimes, I want to take a breath
and let the world pass me by.
This world is so ugly sometimes.

expectations

how quick people are to judge

quick to put others on a stand
and read into them

they put words in their mouths
 
quick to tell them all about their own intentions
they take a flaw from their character
burn it onto their skin
turning it into the whole of them
 
quick to tell them of their imperfections,
endless flaws, faults, sins, and wrongs
all that they are not.

we see things how WE are, 
not how they really appear

Limited

Sadly, sometimes the people
who take permanent residence
in your heart will be the ones
who walk very temporarily
with you in your life.

truth #332

Rock bottom has built more heroes than privilege.

white flag

People ruin each other in unspeakable ways
and declare their innocence by calling it love

Concept #143

Concept: I am alone in a home overlooking a lake on a cold late autumn day. Huge glass windows cover the walls. The leaves on the trees outside are deep red and orange and are rustling in the wind. There are dark clouds rolling in and rumbles of thunder in the distance. The fireplace is lit and the wood is crackling. My coffee is brewing, filling the room with an aroma of sweet warmth. I have a book in my hand and a smile on my face. This is my happy place.

Acceptance

You can’t fix others
You can only fix the way
You feel about them

the passenger

He said there’s something I enjoy
about you in control of me
in the passenger’s seat.

puzzles

i took his brain out

and played with it
like a 
Rubik's cube.


now his thoughts
are all mixed up
and he knows not
how to get them straight.

he was never
good with puzzles.

abstract concepts

He said "Making love to you would be so much better if you were also there..."

the creation

Never let an artist paint you nice and pretty in their head

this world

one thing i am sure of,
is that the world doesn’t run out of beauty.
beauty and the awe it supplies is not a finite resource.
so if today has been an absolute fucking disaster, don’t worry...
i can assure you that life’s beauty will be waiting for you tomorrow.