Archive for April, 2016

Blessed beyond measure. Incredibly fortunate. So very thankful. These are the thoughts that come to mind when I consider the job I’ve had for the past three years. To be able to work with one of the kindest humans I’ve ever met is something I don’t take for granted. It fills me with joy to have a job I look forward to going to and miss when I’m away. This poem is inspired by a beautiful moment Spencer and I had yesterday when we were listening to music in my car. I hope you’ll enjoy listening. This one’s for you, buddy. 🙂

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I have to end on a good note,
or else I’ll seem bitter.
I don’t want all my writing
to be mistaken for litter.

But this feigning contentment,
it’s more rough than I thought.
So here’s the straight truth:
my soul’s consumed by dry rot.

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Not Meant for Me

I reach for joy’s hand,
but it’s floating away.
Like a kite in the sky,
it’s not meant to stay.

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I feel free of it one day,
then imprisoned the next.
Will this ever be okay,
pendulum, worst to best?

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What Gets You

Keep convincing yourself
this was all in my head.
If that gets you to sleep,
then we’re already dead.

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Said to Me

Fuck you.
That’s what your silence
said to me.
Half truth:
hush is a mindless

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Poking and prodding
and scratching the wound,
the look in my eyes
was reflective yet rude.

Resentment is a poison
I wish I hadn’t let in,
but what’s done is done
and I just see your sin.

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These morsels of my heart, the ones
I ripped off like bread for you to eat
when you were desperate and famished,
leave me tempted to regret my decision,
though I know that wouldn’t be nice.

But why oh why do you, now that you’ve
had your fill, act as if you never needed
what I provided to you quite faithfully, deny me,
and spin a story so far from truth that you can’t
recognize the shit you’re now swimming in?

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Jealous Sun

We’re growing inside love,
but he’s pulling every root
until there’s nothing left
but a heap of rotting fruit.

I’m careful in holding my tongue,
for I know yours is a sheltered life.
I don’t wish to be the jealous sun
upon your starless winter night.

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Soul Couplet

At best your heart and mine are sewn,
together for the sake of soul.

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