it leaks into things like
roof tops and cornfields,
nestles onto shivering limbs
making a sharp contrast against the
many shades of gray

sound is muffled as if
in awe
as if it is like you
demanding
"be more quiet now...not with a voice ( Read more... )

nights like
cold
wind beating brick
and i am
left to my
own devices
observing this
from afar

mints on stale breath ( Read more... )

i look forward
to my own sheets
pillows and texture
how color contrasts white
or vice versa

reminds me of
my strength
when alone
my passion
when alive
when alone

its most scary when
everything that
once was home and
known
is no longer allowed

but my point is
i'm glad
to have you

so many airs
lives
perspectives
to learn
to breathe
to feel
on my skin
you inspire me
so

these are flashes ( Read more... )

i remember, i remember ( Read more... )

the truth is
looking down
orchestrated, pretty
planted between
classic shops:
dollar general, mozzis pizza, karate,
seros,
and i just want to thank
whoever burns a fire
for my drive home
you help
put things
to
perspective

you tease me
winking and bowing
hints of your reflection
beam in the fields
flooded
my heart flutters
and there you are again
in many places at once
in the eyes of one
across another's dinner table
soaking a lazy cat's den floor
everyday
life in
little pieces
cracked and spilled
into the sky