Salt and Smoke

Look into the eyes of god Windows to the bold You are a wildfire As good as gold Belonging to the flowers Sparked by your own modesty I have so few dreams And you, far too many A punch in the gut A kick in the teeth What do you do When you think of …

Apnea

From sky to earth, my defenses crumble Broken bricks hiding their hollowness An ode to man's mortal failing Is it just me or when did I become a man Youthful, long night drives Time used to feel fine like sand Whispering through trees Dancing, slipping through my hands Your hair got caught in the branches …

My Thoughts Lately

As much as I love to write my own brand of poetry, I wanted to take a few minutes to outline the thoughts that have been in my head lately. Now, in no way do I declare that I am right about everything listed. For me, some of these things are just a reminder to …

Bermuda

I speak out of character, I think out of turn To find when my mind's awake, my soul still sleeps But I've always felt restless Can't let my bones breathe, they'll gather rust A youthful fear that I can't suppress Wouldn't let my voice speak, always hushed I did everything, everything just to clean me …

Rosewater

It keeps raining in my head Even though I blame the weather You could come for me oh, Death If you didn’t know me better I’ll be gone when the sun comes up As my hands brace against the ivy walls Tears would fall like water from weighted clouds If I could care at all …

Concrete and Mud

I feel as though I have nothing to write about. Like I've spoken every little thought into the air. Written every collapse over and over again. Recycling memories to show some greater purpose. Akin to feeling a hell of a lot more worthless. I've heard some say that life finds a way. We can always …

Foster

You built a home in your rib cage. The heart I was meant to protect. Found myself trying to fill the space. With all the things I meant to neglect. Beneath layers of skin grown too thin. Sleep all the untouchable parts. Hanging off of delicate limbs. Words that were whittled too sharp. To see …

Acid Rain

I've been searching for a new skin. These pieces of me keep falling out. And I've been trying, I've been trying to stuff them back down. Put them in their rightful places. All I see are these empty spaces. But the parts of me I think I've lost, they just don't fit the same. I …

Fever Sleep

All we carry is on our backs.Cars crashing into each other lives.We leave the same way we came in.Smother all those cracks we have inside.I wish I could bottle up your fears.Swallow them whole, every last dread.Help you feel intact again.With every last word I've ever said.Like the pieces of you aren't falling out.Onto the …

Safekeeping