Poetry

tea and you

Got back to my room
At 3AM. 
I saw your tea
Still sitting there 
And thought of you.
All its warmth gone, 
But remembering the warmth of your friendly company 
And slow smile 
And the small sliver of childhood we share.

the best part of being alone

The best part of being alone 
Is the silence. 
But it’s not so very silent. 
You can just hear your head better. 
Clearly,
Voices (your own and others) fighting for attention.
Not schizophrenia, 
(Though it could be.)
Just the conflictedness that is humanity.

waste the clocks.

What would happen if we left it all behind?

Throw away all the clocks.

And forget the time.

Without all the distraction,

grape gum

Love is sharing your last piece of grape gum
Giving it away,
Watching as it pops behind their lips.
Lovely lips,
Soft as sand dunes
And doubly precious,
Their feeling full, friendly, and familiar.
Even with the grapey smell
Breathtakingly beautiful
And altogether all you want
And need.
Who needs gum?
Well…

i am a jerk sometimes

I feel this anger inside of me.

Anger I can’t hide

Don’t want

Can’t even try

To pretend I’m not.

stepping stones

I want to be a stepping stone for others. 
Be the firm place in this rat race 
when everything is wrong. 
Be the safe space 
In their hearts’ circle of friends

Stop mocking me, you stupid, blank page.

I know. 
I can’t fill you like you want.
Like I want.

I know how you feel. 
Empty.
Blank.
Full of potential, 
Yet simultaneously purposeless and alone.

young paper souls

Crisply printed souls
Spending for the first time
Pieces of themselves.
Not sick yet of the sameness of it all.
Living in their cars because
Home is too stationary.
Thinking stationary too
Mundane,
And motion even less so.
Going nowhere for no reason.
Taking the longest road home, 
because…

wildfire love.

Before I’m off for good
and gone,
there’s more I’d like to say
of you
and how you laugh
with your entire body
face afire
with joy I recognize 
as if all else were pitch.

more than awareness.

Men with grave accents 
and women with worried mouths
gathered around
all grey and grim
under the bridge.