I think of things that scare me
Sometimes in the dark of night
A scratching at the window
Is all it takes to switch on the light.
I creep around, keeping watch,
Making sure every bolt is safely locked.
I know it’s a silly notion,
Living on the third floor,
Sometimes still I imagine a shape,
Silhouetted beyond the balcony door.
In the quiet
No one watches
No one judges
No one holds expectations
For a moment I don’t exist
And I’m grateful for the dark
Posting schedule? What posting schedule?
Oh my gosh I’ve been so inconsistent this summer. I blame the awful heat. Since school has started back up I should be back on track posting-wise though!
Joy and sorrow, pleasure and pain
They trickle down your face the same
Keeps my mind in check
I’m fading, fading,
I’m fading again.
Sprinting to the end of my words,
The ghost of you,
An empty room.
Helloooo I’m alive
I am indifferent
I am closed off
I am jumping to conclusions
I am a wrinkled shirt at the bottom of the dryer
Forgotten in a frenzied morning filled with burnt coffee and runny eggs
I am a thunderclap sounding a second too late
I am a friendship bracelet frayed at the edges
I am a stomach filled with squirming snakes
I am a June night where you can’t get comfortable
No matter how many times pillows are flipped, sheep are counted, eyelids flutter. Still awake.
I am late acceptance letters
I am sleeping until noon
I am “all in your mind”
I am breaking into pieces as I shudder you apart
And as long as you let me, I will stay.
Waiting with silent breath
This death, it comes as quite a little thing
We dance at the sight of the moon
A twilit bird call is all I need to know
You’ll be here, soon.
How did I get here
How do I know
Which way is up
When will I…
I’m temperate I’ll have you believe.
You hack at me, start it off
One two three four
Who is knocking at my door
Temporal, always, yes.
Buried deep in my chest
“Have we made it yet?”
Don’t do that here.
Five six seven eight
Resistance, entreat me. They can’t be late
Interesting, be too full.
Every feat, every way, every turn. Undeveloped.
In the morning I’m silver
You’re always light blue
Why do I move. Why do I move
Finish without me I can’t take the cost
Shut me off
Been doing homework all day, so here’s one circa January 12, 2018 at 5:39pm. (I like knowing the time. Frames it better for some reason. Better guess at my mindset for weird shit like this)
Orpheus, I’ve often wondered, why did you look if you knew your love was behind you?
But time and distance, silence and pain are enemies of love.
You feared she was gone.
I understand now. That longing, burning sensation of loss. You won’t know if you’ve made it until you see the light, or turn around and watch your life taken away.
Small mistakes tumbling down and piling up
Unfortunate lies soon discovered bury us under their once insignificant weight
Where were we living that we were so free?
What ever gave us the idea of exception from pain?
A child’s naivety
A Romantic heart
We’re torn apart
I do miss you.
I forgot to post yesterday! That’s my April Fool’s prank, I suppose. This is one from a couple months ago