November 2011
1 post
Anonymous asked: Where did you get the courage to come out? Because it really inspired me!
October 2011
1 post
Anonymous asked: hey, i just read your poem manufactored. and its amazing. like wow. it really blew my mind. thankyou for being so inspiring :)
May 2011
1 post
Accepted Disturbance
When I said
I wanted to write you a poem
You didn’t understand
I don’t like flowers
Beneath the anchors of my hair
A storm advances
Dominating
Tangled willows
Rivers of crabgrass
A cabin on a hill
Three pairs of hiking boots
Mud crisping in this ambient oven
We both marveled at the thunderclouds
Now speak to me of your distaste
For I see beauty and confidence as pure and enticing as fresh...
December 2010
1 post
Flying
Nine steps from my desk to yours
I counted
Mapping them out with
My eyes
I counted the steps
Every morning as I slipped through the door
And hurried to my seat
I would pause at your chair
And breathe
One
And I was three feet away
I could turn back
But first I needed words
Words, like pencils, had a habit of escaping me when I most needed them
Two
They would fine me when I didn’t need them
Whisper...
November 2010
1 post
Manufactured for Order
We live in a world of factories
Where people are born from assembly lines
And every woman should have breasts and ever man should have a beard
And every villain should have an ego and every hero should have a dog
Step four is love, and you’ll be damned if that man called in sick to work
Welcome to your life; happiness not guaranteed
Rusted claws distribute brain cells, thousands at a...
September 2010
4 posts
Venting/Song Writing
So I wrote this song in 45 minutes after a rough night and then recorded it in 2 hours on my outdated version of GarageBand, and it came out fine so I thought I’d post it. However, tumblr decided it didn’t like that idea, and rejected my mp3. So instead, here are the lyrics:
Call it a disaster
I forgot to call at all
And when I hear your voice
I throw my hand against the wall
Tears on...
The Ocean
Allow me to reflect on the philosophy of good
I ask you, what is good?
Is it sugar?
Or is it a complex idea that can be attributed only to things, which are capable of earning such a title?
There are times of sweetness, yes.
But each time of candy is coated by one of waves so it dissolves and we are left with a quiet ocean
Which in truth is nothing, for the ocean always speaks
Yes the ocean...
Poem Based Off of Madlib Based Off of Poem.
Never have I leaned into the beyond and smelled eagerly
Desperate to find this gruesome heaven
For in your most tragic wood are things which loathe me
Things, which I cannot remove because they are too quick
And your confused look will angrily un-ignite me
For I have burned too long
You play me card for card
Following me through my nightmares
Making sure my tears are saved for you
Yet hungrily we...
Madlib!
eagerly i have never smell, desperately beyond any doctor, your heaven have their gruesome: in your most tragic wood are things which loathe me, or which i cannot remove because they are too quickly your confused look angrily will unignite me though i have wipe myself as hanging lights, you play always picture frame by picture frame myself as wall chat (createing hungrilly , profusely) her...
July 2010
1 post
Anonymous asked: Hi. I dont know if this will show up to the public or something....
I just wanted to say that I'm a fan. Keep writing!
I just wanted to say that I'm a fan. Keep writing!
June 2010
6 posts
Ghost Stories.
Afraid
Cautious She steps through the door Shaking Creaking over the floor A sigh
Fearless She knows she should be Yet frightened A squeal wiggles free A cry
Paintings Lined all down the hall Her shadow Slides fast down the wall Alone
Glowing Her white nightdress billows Muffled As if covered in pillows A moan
Sadness She can’t understand Her world Seems to slip through her hand...
Sonnet 18.5
Shakespeare anyone?
Sonnet 18 ½
Shall I compare thee to an autumn’s dawn
The cover of nighttime has finally gone
And now I can see all your beauty inside
And all of the weakness that you tried to hide
Shall I compare thee to an autumn’s day
Your gilded skin shines like the harvested hay
Your hair falls like leaves down the lines of your face
The wind whips it like wheat, flowing with grace
Your...
Dear Mi Querida.
Letter
Dear Mi Querida
I’m sitting here alone
Writing this letter
And staring at my phone
It’s been a quite a while
Since I’ve heard you speak
Since I’ve felt that touch
That makes me go weak
It’s been far too long
Since I’ve shared your embrace
Since I’ve held your hand tight
And gazed at your face
The days have been cold
The nights have been bare
Without your warm smile
To know that...
Let You Fall.
This was once a song. Now it’s just lyrics.
Let You Fall
Your case was hopeless from the start
Your helplessness tore you apart
The void I saw inside your heart
Had me turning inside out
I watched you crumble, watched you break
Your silent tears kept me awake
I hoped you’d make it for your sake
But that’s what pain’s about
Maybe I should have had your back
I watched you through it...
Twas the Devil.
I’ve been going through old word documents and I recently found this. It’s non-fiction but please excuse the cockiness and references to God.
The truest words remain unspoken
Love is a hammer and hearts are broken
Conversations whispered over a wire
We are one forest with trees on fire
We now know jealousy is contagious
I need a hero who is courageous
Not afraid to burn to keep me...
Incomplete.
Sometimes people start off an experience by saying ‘I’m new to this sort of thing’ in order to cover up any potential mistakes. Where being ‘new’ goes, I follow. I would just like to say that my pages are all INCOMPLETE stories. They are things that I have started and don’t plan on finishing. Occasionally they end mid-sentence. They are supposed to.
