revelry

I choose to write
my affections
in cursive smoke-

so that when
once again
my fondness
becomes worthy
of laughter

it will
dissipate in the air,
gone, forgotten.

The trouble with needing to find
beauty in everything

is that
some things are just

ugly.

words of wisdom

"You can just tell driving in... It's all different, it's all the same. Some people change and others stay who they were."

Gone are the days I bow to you
Over a feeling delusory and untrue.


Forgiveness, my bones do refuse to give.
Ugly is the truth, how you live.
Coerced to play the game of trust,
Knowing now, heart swathed in rust.


You’ve caused my mind yet another plague:
On sunny skies, cloudy days; and
Under the wind-stripped limbs of a giant birch
Rose did my mind, led by the lips of earth.
So my eyes swam on the palm of the moonlit tides,
Empty my soul no longer lies.
Life is very bearable without your "affection".
Fuck you, for inflicting my existence with that malediction.

this is from

my more private blog that I don't tell people about

and I don't even know that person... wow

feels so nice..

you couldn't wait for me to get home

you blew off the plans you had to see me

you looked at me with eyes smiling

you let your friend leave without you so you could stay

you helped me with everything

you held me when I cried

you always know when something's wrong

you slept over

you never let go of me

you told me how beautiful I looked right when we woke up

you tuck my hair behind my ear

you consistently remind me of

how special I am and

how much you miss me

Nocturnal

we creatures of the night,
we children of stardust,
drawn out
like moths to the moon;
to explore the oceans
of mist and shadow
that linger about,
to dance
in the wet grass
with naked feet,
warm,
alive.
yes,
we were alive,
we inhaled the night
and savored the taste
of it
on our lips
and tongues
and deep down
in the caverns of our lungs,
we lived
and breathed
while the rest of them
could only dream.