i took ecstasy on the day we met
to try and feel once again
and i dabble in demons of use with hands
drumming to a beat i knew all too well
like your hands on my neck
to touch but grasp but to hold again
i tango in your voice
down hallways i skipped through
the chorus plays and nothing makes sense
like your danger twined with horror
creeping in night
against rivers i cling to
darkness takes a whole and what is empathy
i doubt on your rapids to dive into something
which we know can’t float
i dance with your devils
yet make melons with your fruit
your sweetness in air
the way body comes to shore
i feel in tune to your wavy like hair
listening to white noise to echo the thoughts
vibrations from my neck to the thighs
to trees in my mind
where we swung from vine to lie
creating stories i hid from
like your thighs wrapped with mine
teeth hiding echoes from men under sheets
aroma of tuesday morning
it never made sense
but sense only seems made
from fallen words
and sullen stories
June 2018
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You only made sense because I wanted you to make sense. I wanted you to fit. I wanted us to work. I wanted something which wasn’t right and you realize those things with time.
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i find in time
i dine with my mind
breaking before
a clock i shed no tears
like years after you
creating mountains i climb
for creation of experience
you were nothing but
an ocean i swam
a bee i swarmed
honey i licked
you were mine
as you thought i was yours
we’re basking in sin
i’m wearing your skin
like a coat i reminisce
atop your shades
it’s been five years
hello from here
how is it
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The ones looking for happiness in others are the ones who haven’t learned contentment.
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i felt for all that we were
to wallow in peace of ourselves
i fall to pieces to understand
in depth i make myself
crawl into intuition
bend over mountains in distance
to create a moment i expected
yet we dance in our truth
and expectations are hard to follow
because expecting leads to disappointment
everything either becomes or is pointless
i spit tongues like guns in your back pocket
drumming to a beat like the bed i sleep in next to you
under waves of fans spinning without rhythm
as hands and motions separate ourselves
and i love without touching
yet i use love like lemons
lying to a tune i know all too well
moments don’t make men
men make moments with or without
i kiss and i tell and i fall to sellout
our moments in depth
words i reminsce
to create a moment greater than it was in truth
two in a bed without touching
rotating in sheets to make
eves in cold shadows
we bold letters as if we’re heaven
i look at you like we’re seven
but we grow every day
some more than others
and we stray from paths were given
sometimes you find yourself
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take me where you’re going
i don’t want to lie forever
and we’re falling in pieces
calling where we’re dying
and i feel you in waves
calling it day by day
echoes in mountains where i’m tuning into you
we’re cracking where we’re dying
asking where i’m crying
i don’t want to lie forever
i’m breaking where i’m bending
falling where our hands touched
you’re into us and i’m dying
i feel in rapids
wading on an answer
i used to talk to shadows forever
about dying in motions and moments
i sung you a song
on tuesday morning
with air filled coffee beans
and i said i don’t want to lie forever
we’re touching where we’re falling
by men turned monsters
eroding our memory
of fallen moments
like your arms in turn with mine
and this moment felt like forever
i’m touching and falling
leaving and dying
taking a tune
from pages i spent with you
like poetry in motion
your eyes against mine
feeding us line by line
