Carefully

Separated out as if your dreams were just the limbsOf every tree you never plantedAll the dreams that you recanted...Until the sound of saying "this is what I always wanted" is a song that you replay before the static all begins Holding up your candle made of ashes in a trayFor all the wishes never … Continue reading Carefully

Perhaps

Perhaps it's not the same when I'm the one who doesn't speakWhen you decide it's time to hide and I don't care to try to seekI think there's a relianceOn my effort and complianceThat would seem to guarantee that we remain forever weak Perhaps I volunteered to be the ink and not the quillAnd be … Continue reading Perhaps

Appease

I've chosen to acceptOr maybe chosen not to weepFor all the misbegotten lullabies and dreams forever sweptBeyond the momentary purchase that my hands could never keep I'm letting go of thingsOr just the ones that let me goBecause I move so imprecisely when they tighten up the stringsAround the hinges of my happiness which always … Continue reading Appease

Control

Measure out the isolationFilter out the concentrationOrganize the injuries and wishes into sizesInto shapes and into values, into costs and compromisesIf the blocks are all adjusted adequately, it's a cube where all the colors are aligned, and people say that makes it whole Factor in the complicationMute the pain of computationAllocate a meaning to the … Continue reading Control

Do

With words of meaning all reduced to naughtAnd half the words that came before, it seems we both forgotSo all that can remain are where the pinsPressed into the flesh, so we remember how to bleed but never quite where all the agony begins I look upon this old and weary loomWhere words I used … Continue reading Do

Grow

It's odd when some identify with me through how I writeLacking any sort of context as they fabricate insightsAs if to say"It's all okaySee, I can see youBecause me, I chose to read through what you've written"Some engaged and others smittenAnd I wonder who this person isAnd where this other version livesThe me they keep … Continue reading Grow

Ending

I swallowed the numb like a knifeAnd drank from a thimble of old residueI emptied the vial of lifeAnd said all the words that were written in blueBecause you...You feel like a hole worth mending I painted my skin with a lashTo make you a garden that blossoms anewI planted the flowers in ashAnd waited … Continue reading Ending

Kind

Nice. Maybe even kind. I read an article recently that talked about how they're not necessarily the same. "Don't be nice at your job. Be kind." They said that nice people have a tendency to be nice because they want something in return or, at the very least, they want people to be nice to … Continue reading Kind

Sugar

It seems like a fitting enough place, all things considered - even if no one knows it and no one knows why. Here where the air is rich with the scent of steam which shouldn't even be a scent at all and the various fragrances of food and drinks being made, consumed, and discarded mingle … Continue reading Sugar

Say

I guess the way I worded all my words, just spelled "deserted" And I'm really not surprised you couldn't stay When truth was at its lowest and the snow was at its slowest There were angels on the ground that couldn't pray I couldn't hear you calling through the fall of this enthralling Little moment … Continue reading Say