12.05.17

Here it is Tuesday, December 5th,
perhaps it is where you are too.
Lately I’m not where you are.
I haven’t been paying much attention to calendar dates
or what time my head meets my pillow each night.
I say “Goodnight” but
I can’t claim I sleep at night-
unless night is just another word
for the start of an early-riser’s day.
You see,
I’ve been sleeping at 5am
and I only know this because you
have been too.
As far as I know we are together,
unless I know nothing.
But, if I know that I know nothing: that is still knowing something.
I know it’s raining outside
and you love the rain;
I wonder if you
love me like I love the rain.
Maybe if we were together
I’d ask.

-paradox is your favorite word, right?

6.06.17

Better are specifics than empty words:
ones that make minds quiver
banning restful returns-
Regulating laws and
destroying the destroyers,
exposing the irritable and
closing the foyers,
celebrating the ones who
utilize beauty in language
instead of using mere syllables
toward incentive anguish.

-I wish I could write before I speak

 

1.26.17

You looked at me with black eyes and
Summoned me with the sound of your own name.
I wish to use you,
But never abuse you.
I have a desire to know more,
Really include you.
Does it bother you that you go unnoticed and are oftentimes
Overlooked?
Do people remember you only to forget you?
I would never do that.
I hand you to them, so that they may have a chance
To be as enamored with you
As I was when we first met.
But do not fear.
Even if they reject you,
You will always have me.

-becoming a friend to a word you just met

1.13.17

He saw her other notebooks across the room and asked her to show something that she had never shown anyone. She laughed. Maybe harder than she should’ve. She only shared her words with herself. Once in a while, she gave something to the world.
You take what you get. You take what she gives you.
He teased, “What? Are you scared?”
And while closing her notebook, she nodded with a sly smile and said, “Yes.”