Category: Scream
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My Wish
Where do all the wishes go that never came true? Are they somewhere above all our heads? Set free into the sky by the many, and never retrieved. Living high above what we can comprehend, and in between what we can’t. I like to think I haven’t let go of…
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Your Shoe Is Untied And I’m Sorry
I want the stars to give me what I want. I’ll reach for it. Extending my finger tips further than they’ve ever gone. Until my atoms start to part. And my body becomes only a glistening of what it once was. I don’t want what I need anymore. I want…
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Aching From Someone Else’s Injury
I don’t feel like hanging out with anyone that doesn’t already reside inside my salt circle of comfort. The air dissipates with meeting someone new. And in its place rests a giant magnifying glass positioned perfectly to read the other’s emotions. As I’m grasping for breath in the vacuum of…
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Choice Is A Zen Practice
None of this is a choice. I think as I look down at the tiny nubs of flesh prickling their way across the keypad as I type. I never wanted to be a dancer. I never wanted to be a writer. I never wanted to be human. I was never…
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Everything Is Rhetorical
Do you ever think of me? In ways that are pure? Not just for the laborious emotional clarity I send directly at your heart. The perfect light of desire I spin out of the fabric of my future nirvana. With hands that spin in harmony with the actions you hang…
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She Is A Thunderbird
I wonder what it means, the fact that I never wrote about you. I always thought it was because everything I’d come up with would never come close to the actual way you made me feel. I’d be in an infinite spiral of writing and deleting and writing and deleting.…
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Time Is A Dropped Egg When You’re Looking For Answers
I can feel questions in the air without anyone spewing a word. They flatten the space in front of the eyes into a fuzzy edged rectangle with nothing inside. And that rectangle softly inhales. Pulling in. Filtering the next few seconds into something comprehensible to the last. Filling its emptiness…
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Metaphors Are Therapy
I’ve reached the end of me. A frayed sleeve at the end of a sweater trying to cover everything that’s being given to me by the world. It’s a lot right now. I’m pulling loose threads to extend my area. But, this just makes the fabric thinner and thinner. And…
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Neither Of Us Are Royalty In This World We’ve Made
The light across your feathered skin is vacant It seems as though the only time I ever really see you is in the dark. Over piles of empty coercing wishes We never actually seem to touch. I’ll stare into yours And you’ll stare into mine But, it’s as if we’re…
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