In the night My mind spins. Blood boils, oh boiling not in rage. Not in peace, oh why why. The sun shines. Shining and sweet against the flesh. How the blood runs cold. In the night. Your eyes bury themselves. Into your skin. Into your body. Why cold, why now? Ramblings, into the darkness. The…
Category: Poetry
Notebook Excerpts #3 (April 2017)
Here are some excerpts from my April 2017 notebook! key: pieces are separated by a ‘+’ How I bled. Let it fall down, marble the cold sky. And the clouds are fat. FAT. in the meat of the sky. What are the words that break each other up and out, down and inside it…
Free Hand #8 (Worn Out)
It’s Finals Week and between my huge assignments and work, I’m exhausted. WORN OUT Creeping, itching tick tick tick, side of the face. I break off, a bone, a word to string together more bones more words for an essay, easy, no ese! essay…stuck drinking coffee, want to drink some beer. Tired and distraught,…
Free Hand #7 (Dark Storm)
The weather’s pretty gloomy outside, my favorite kind of weather. Raining and grey clouds all day hahahaha. This is a rough piece directed to those that may not love the rain as much as I do. The rain that covers the roads, the pavement, the house with electric green grass where you sit inside…
Free Hand #6
It is a beautiful day today. This is a rough draft of a poem I am working on. Deals with sight, ignorance and acceptance. I will probably post a revision of this poem in the next couple of days. Sun crystallizes, rays break into glass, sharp enough to cut. your eyes glitter, always shining, reflecting…