ideas clashed to a tidal waveeach oceanideas clashed to a tidal wave6 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
was a sea of colors;
but only the atlantic
and i'll be your canvas.you're aand i'll be your canvas.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
volcanic eruption waiting to happen,
with soft, marble skin and
warm whispers that send shivers down my spine.
you're a blazing fireplace after a lonely winter
walk. a blanket around my heart and
a home, balanced on the edge of a cliff.
you're a thorn and a delicious poison, and my
favourite flavour of dreams and wishes
and promises, and
i want to
drink you all in, and etch your
face, eyes, words, soul
into my mind, heart, life.
i want to trace over each mark, spot
scar, everything and
carve it into my memory.
i want to steal just as much as
you've taken from me, and break
locks, crush masks, soak in secrets.
letting everything go, losing, hanging,
leaving doors open, and
cracked around the edges.
the skin of a realist, the eyes of a child, the mind of a
disaster, and the heart of a dreamer. you have
kisses made of rain, the fingers of a pianist,
the brush of a painter.
and i'll be your canvas.
Something Tells MeSomething Tells Me6 years ago in Open More Like This
out of my mind
let free to roam
cut loose to meander
enchanting melodies abound
tranquility relieves my soul
love, or the thought of love
suppressed in a relentless cycle
eventually screaming to be heard
kneeling before you
sorting my heart out
silence becomes me
this astral plane
gliding in the distance
back to reality
i wake up
nothing ever happened
faults between the lines.the moths are dying, and shefaults between the lines.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is sitting on a swing screaming silently
into the sky.
the lamp is fading, and he
is standing by the table tinkering tirelessly
with an inkless pen
and three sheets of blank paper.
she doesn't see
because she is too busy hating herself
for the creak of grease
and the corpses that litter the floor like leaves.
he can only see
because he is too free wishing for autumn to come quicker and
scrubbing the stains from echoing floorboards
and where her footsteps used to be.
it was on a rooftop in spring.
they were sitting among loose tiles holding hands.
he said, 'sometimes I think I don't exist.'
she only laughed.
it was on a porch in fall,
they were sitting on opposite ends of the swing.
she said, 'I know what you mean now.'
and he said, 'now I don't.'
they became strangers to each other.
they kissed in the locker room but it wasn't the same.
his laughter awkward and stumbling from his teeth.
she smiled so much her lips peeled. she didn't