Bigger than me
Bigger than us
More than ten fingers
can hold.
More than a cold heart can warm.
Harder than a sunny day
after an endless line up of clouds.
Maybe too weak for weeks.
Monday, April 7, 2014
Monday, February 24, 2014
far enough
afar
a far
far away
he lays
not in my arms
where he never knew
not in my eyes
for i, always
too far, too shy
to look
he rest
quietly, i presume
and I walk by
and over
and back
and over
beneath is quiet
only slight trembles
afar
far from me
to reach
unless i dig
the familiarity of absence
is good enough
a far
far away
he lays
not in my arms
where he never knew
not in my eyes
for i, always
too far, too shy
to look
he rest
quietly, i presume
and I walk by
and over
and back
and over
beneath is quiet
only slight trembles
afar
far from me
to reach
unless i dig
the familiarity of absence
is good enough
Sunday, February 23, 2014
it's 11:52pm
family comes with instilled expectation
instilled obligations
or at least mine do
to me
to me, family has unconditional love
unconditional care
always there no matter what
that weekly call
on sunday to make sure
i’m attending church
that i am ok
as an introvert
all these totems are more
important
than
ever
who else would be there
but what if these totems are farce
what if i’m a product
of poor quality
beings
and
i
am
poor quality
too
it’s 11:52pm
Monday, February 10, 2014
untitled
heavy chest
up down
raised, exhale
raised, raised
exhale
raised, raised, raised
slowly exhale
slow
ly raised
holds
clenched
let it go
up down
raised, exhale
raised, raised
exhale
raised, raised, raised
slowly exhale
slow
ly raised
holds
clenched
let it go
rusted
stacked
rusted holes
rusted edges
moves with
every wind
coming through
whistle screams
clamored for
soft silence
the rust strokes
caresses the feet
the knees
the hands
the knees
the sides
the back
the neck
the rust draws
deep lines
and short paths
quick beginning and
long
endings
stacked
rusted holes
rusted edges
stays
where lines
fade
rusted holes
rusted edges
moves with
every wind
coming through
whistle screams
clamored for
soft silence
the rust strokes
caresses the feet
the knees
the hands
the knees
the sides
the back
the neck
the rust draws
deep lines
and short paths
quick beginning and
long
endings
stacked
rusted holes
rusted edges
stays
where lines
fade
Thursday, February 6, 2014
a couple more hours
we have a couple more hours
don't spend them talking about
where we were
what we did
how we felt
or how we feel
about him
or her
just lay in my arms
don't spend them talking about
where we were
what we did
how we felt
or how we feel
about him
or her
just lay in my arms
curiously
life as
large
and strong
and many
is curiously
so weak
so fragile
so easy to break in a fraction of a section
maybe less
like before the breaking
the thought was born
large
and strong
and many
is curiously
so weak
so fragile
so easy to break in a fraction of a section
maybe less
like before the breaking
the thought was born
Sunday, January 12, 2014
a quiet place
the summer spurns
coldness spins
and you hold my hand
as i twirl
and i twirl so hard
through the blanketed
cool
ness of the nights
and the days
and the afternoon
a quick little walk
a quick little walk
just a
qui
li
thanks.
this is it
unadored
unabashed
come into my arms
a kiss
a kiss will have to do
this is it
come into my arms
Monday, January 6, 2014
e mo
emo
emo emo
emo emo
emo
e mo
mo emo e
emo emo
emo
emo em o emo
em o e
mo emo
emo
emo emo
emo emo
emo
e mo
mo emo e
emo emo
emo
emo em o emo
em o e
mo emo
emo
walls, they grow
it quakes
and quivers,
shivers below
it flows
low
and deep
the walls it falls in
and higher it rises
as it carves
crevasses
and ladders won't
keep from falling
in
and quivers,
shivers below
it flows
low
and deep
the walls it falls in
and higher it rises
as it carves
crevasses
and ladders won't
keep from falling
in
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