now that the grey clouds have lazily moved away and the rain has subsided, let's take a drive. there is something i need to show you before the sun goes down. because though there is too much time, there is none at all. our car pulls up to a field and all we can see is grass and stalks for miles and sky. every horizon is the meeting of green and ( Read more... )

 he walks through the room and doesn't care. walking fast with his wrist limp. sometimes i don't even know why i'm friends with him. at the very core of him, i know what is truly there. but the skins he puts on.... i hate. we're friends with each other because we don't care at all and care so much in the most restrained way. he needs everyone to ( Read more... )

i always say you should never need anyone. and i say that i, especially, should never need anyone. that if i were to dive off the cliff of this continent and end up in an ocean, swimming for miles, to finally arrive at a deserted island, i shouldn't miss anybody all that much. i should be able to close the door to my room and fill it with the ( Read more... )

all my friends and everyone around me are scared shitless. you see, summer's coming, summer's on our lips, and when we hear that word, we see our youth. kids on hot pavement breathing out white smoke, sticky skin bare and waiting, hands inching towards jean zippers. letting the days run and collide into each other because we don't got jobs, we don' ( Read more... )

 the wind forces itself through the long windows, pushing the curtains further inside, like a woman's dress billowing slowly. asian girls in the corner speak slowly - the night makes it so. ambulance sirens reign, one ring of sound entering the room and leaving the other. the wooden walls are touched with faint yellow light. the way everyone's ( Read more... )

 choking on my throat in supermarkets, dorm cafeterias and blinking repeatedly to get rid of the liquid that wants to come out. not again, here we go, fuck.

 i once thought that the day coming, the day morrow, was as sure as the next breath of the one lying next to me in bed. the repeated inflation of a chest, the slow deflation, a pause - a steady horizon - and the chest rises again. but the days - the next day, tomorrow (for that is all that i can see from here, down below, between mountains, among ( Read more... )

*insert nostalgic lament about youth and never wanting to grow up*

words don't come as easily. or i don't pull them out, plucking the hairs from the root. words don't knock from within anymore. the heart beats more softly. that beat - that foreboding beat, the stamping foot down the hall, the warning of an approach - is quiet now. i crash into dreams and wake up with a jolt upright of the spine, my lungs hoarding ( Read more... )

 i wonder if the poems in my dream are as good in waking life. probably not.