Monthly Archives: February 2016

I am holding onto minutes as if they consist of a thousand red helium balloons ready to ascend like mumbled prayers into the atmosphere the same desperate way I sense that maybe, you are ready to leave me I have conquered time with a death grip, dripping sourly with words that cannot form at thisContinue reading “The Taste of Fear”

when I was a child, I used to gaze up at the man on the moon peeking through the gaps between the bedroom curtains that sheltered me from the rest of the whole world and I remember feeling small, pressing my hand against cold glass, against waves crashing along shores I hadn’t yet met, peopleContinue reading “lost”

so much slander is thrust upon the poet, who sits uncomfortably at the tip of every tired pen aspiring to run out of ink she will suffer for as long as our streets remain flooded with the blood of the innocent, for as long as our wrongful hands desire to invent new ways to tightenContinue reading “affliction”

I wonder what my life would be like if I could feel constant in-betweens. Not scarlet or neon orange, but instead, a warm, friendly wall of peach or something grey and familiar. You always seemed to climb through my skin from the inside out, clawing at reminders hanging from my limbs to stop taking everythingContinue reading “Lukewarm”

in past lives, my heart was a corn maze with no end and I wandered aimlessly searching for answers and explanations to questions I did not know existed I viewed life through a kaleidoscope of blurred colors and fine lines that could never be crossed, fixated at stars whenever I kept my head up forContinue reading “before him”

on the 4th of August 2015 at 3:39 in the afternoon you said your first hello to me I replied, uncomfortably; and advancing five months, I am wrapped up in your arms the way a butterfly resides in its chrysalis A summer hello, a friendly greeting has turned into the kind of poetry I fearContinue reading “beginnings”

I am memorizing the shape of your teeth, the crater on the side of your right cheek when you smile, resembling the California coast your concentrating face, the way you dance like the only other person in the room has already returned home how you wrap your arm around my waist as if you alreadyContinue reading “Memorization”

I fell helplessly in love with an angel possessing the Midas touch and stained glass wings that had since forgotten how to fly, but as we immersed ourselves in unpredictable oceans made of bizarre dreams and treacherous emotion, we taught each other how to soar again. We danced slowly to the melody of our ownContinue reading “for anthony”