Aesthetic
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Holding on to a relationship that is dead and gone is worse than just leaving.
Why would you stay to make the pain worse?
Why would you try to salvage something unsalvageable?
It's not going to get better.
I never thought that there would be someone after you.
I never thought that I would have to restart my life without you in it.
She walks by night
By daylight and Twilight
Step silent across gravel roads cobble streets
The girl in the flannel skirt
She doesn't eat or drink or sleep
She simply breathes
Just a Man
You may be just a man, but when you're before me
Your skin is marbled, your eyes are broken and jeweled
Sculpted hammer of divinity comes down, and
My skull is cracked and leaking
Adorned by a veil of mourning glories in full bloom
Laced, tethered stems joining at the base
Soft gentle petals hugging
When i feel lost,
I feel sad, or happy, or thoughtful,
I simply walk on the beach.
The seasalt air circles me,
Hovering and holding promises of adventures.
Rest easy young one
Rest easy soldier
They try to appease with money oil and greed
But in order to succeed
You don’t need faith effort or belief
87 once again
20th century
Across the diner with blue eyes
Blue as the ocean I love ever so much
A painting from my mother's portrait
Silence.
For years, only silence.
And fear… no song.
Never testing the limits,
Never pushing the envelope,
Never hearing the song.
Your lips were rose petals, dipped in natural moisture
and your skin was kissed by the sun,
leaving me constantly warm.
Ignored red watercolor paint spilled on a glass table,
Coffee mug creating crescent and full moon sections of rubbed away,
Left on piano jazz playing through phone speakers,
A woman's mouth approaches the screen
so zoomed in
Red lines of blood
chapped lips let out a dry whisper
"everything looks so bright"
A cool breeze dances on your neck's back
I waited for you to fall into my arms.
Instead, I just felt you slipping away.
-expectations
Dear self,
I cannot look at him.
I cannot think of him. I hate how he makes me feel,
but I also love it.
The letters that he wrote me are from a
ripped out pages of his notebook.
The edges are not jagged ,
they are soft like flower petals.
Maybe you only call my eyes
Beautiful
You are early morning sunrises,
And bright stars in the dark night sky.
Forgotten tea that’s turned cool,
Blanket forts,
personal diaries,
Maybe one night when we are together
it will be 3 a.m.
and the walls will ricochet laughter
and we will not be able to stop
until our stomachs hurt and our vision blurs.
Because in this past year
she would kill for a moment behind your eyes
but would that make her a sinner?
how beautiful your blossoming mind must be
if even your foggy words stir with her
the love she thinks is 10,000 daisies,
she wasn't ever a very good liar and when she did lie
it was impulsive and she felt unclean
but she doesn't know doesn't understand
if it's his karma or some unpsoken unofficial
this is not romance, she thinks
she sees the world in its barest form learning all of its secrets and nuances and
believing that
in essence
everything
truly
was black and white
My mind is a portal to worlds of possibilities of success. There I sit in my imaginary kingdom of ease and finesse While I caress my thoughts of future glory and a new kind of persona- A man that will generate much fame and renown.
please beware
the end is near
when it gets here
i expect you to care
if you do
then head my advice
if you dont
youve been warned
for when we reach
the end the rope
Being healthy is very important to me,
On nights, and weekends when others party,
I am one with the iron I am lifting.
When others make the decision to eat unhealthy,
The walls just keep crumbling...
Into the sea in which I keep fumbling
As I looked upon the water something I wasn't able to see
A reflection of my world and the reflection of me
The aesthetic beauty of the mind to behold.
Not one can abate my hunger, my disease,
I've come upon these thoughts to ponder,
The substantial blank you bring appease.
To whom to which the eyes behold,
