His eyes are so hard. His features always seem to be pulled slightly towards his hairline. Tight. Wax figure-like. Starring at nothing ...
A Letter to Poetry
It’s been so long, my friend. I really don’t want you to feel like I’m a user. I’m not one of those friends that only calls whe...
A Breakup Metaphor
The cliff stands high and I hear the shifts before he does. I am ready. I always knew the rocks would avalanche, but I didn’t know how ...
Daily Poem on Consciousness 8.4.15
You don't need therapy. Get notebook and suck it out with a pen. Make yourself feel like living or something.
Daily Poem on Consciousness 8.1.15
Your hands. They feel like waterfall mist on my back and at the start of my ears. You say my name and it sounds like sunrise and those diffi...
I Need a Minute
I need a minute. A minute to myself. And by that I mean I need a TARA minute. A minute where warm milk is served after work and right ...
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