Shadow
I am a beingDevoid of light156 long monthsfollowing someoneWho has everythingI do not. I’m a constant silhouette.A teller of timeOr
Wabi Sabi
I am out tonight putting together fragments of myselfIn an effort to attain you, perfection. I know that you are
Whispers on the Ground
Your eyes widen.“Five times a day?!”It’s not like I haven’t heard this before.Yes, I tell you.But what I don’t say
Sometimes the moon is all you have
It was noon.The sun beat down from above.But you shined brighter.You closed your eyesAnd felt its warmth,And I felt yours.The
why i petted the dog
because i was exhausted and crankyand it was too late in the week to be walking homeand because texas was
Long Drives
I know that one dayYou’ll be gone.But I sit behind you here while you sleep,Entranced by your gentle snoringThe hum
A Momentary Lapse Of Reason
Do you not understand?What I’ve shown youI am reluctant to show anyone else. YouAre special. I was coweringCowardlyQuieted by anxiety.I
Being Finite
Life is fleetingButSometimesFleeting is beautiful. That is why we keep sniffing the perfume we’ve sprayedUpon our wrists.Because we know thatEventually,
Nausea
The rain is a constant.An everlasting white noise.It does little to calm the youthful soul. You must see me through
Numerals
However much the poets try to deny it,We are numbers.Days, really.Counting Down Down Down Until the last survivable thingAnd what