Naked Poetry

Let me know if you wanna trade nuances. Okay—-go for Significance. Go for magniloquence. I was told there’s no sleep till Brooklyn. That’s great because I’m busy staving off the energy trying to balance out the masculine and feminine energy and tripling down on synesthesia.

He says, anytime I’m stuck I write a sentence that’s true and I’m okay again. This fellow had a point. Something that is true always survives. The truth always survives the lie. Even if the owner is the only one who knows. Hey! This fellow had a point! This fellow was Ernest Hemingway. Hemingway said, “Anytime I have trouble writing I just sit down and write a true sentence. After that, everything...

“Do I get to choose the promise?” “It depends, do you keep your promises?” I explained to her that I would let her choose the promise if she was someone who kept their promises. Because people are more likely to keep something they chose themselves. When is the last time you broke something you chose? Or why. The only problem I can think of is one of anger. Anger trumps a promise every time, ask a...

I will leave them for you when I am gone, so you can read them to our children as bedtime stories while I silently weep in the last corner I stood still in. The pictures we take on Christmas day will have to be synced to the same day we were both born. That way, we can always take two. I will always blink twice before we get a good one. You will comment on my smile and I will say why oh why are yo...

Every night I will read to you. I will read you half my journals, half improvisation. Depending on the light and the way in which you lay. From that angle I can see every part of you. You’re my favorite freckle. I promise to read to you if you promise I can whisper. I want to have angels with you. We can guide them and never let them figure life out the same way we did. We will teach them how to l...

50 points knife play champagne on the bed red wine in the air everyone in a whole while I’ll stop laughing when you stop wanting to die it’s not a joke anymore it’s been fifteen minutes since I’ve heard you silent. You’re wearing red, you never wear red. Please talk to me my love is on the line my earrings are all in place back-breaking neck work to create a flower bed I go there sometimes when th...

Thought I’d post some positive vibes lest we forget we all have our purpose here. I think I might’ve found mine!

Must have been the hours of sleep. Could not have been the first installment of your voice—your perfectly sultry face.

I remember balloons full of water. Shot guns and punctured balloons. Rain came and left the mud dancing. The devil re-traced his steps and rolled away when the rain stopped. The hills were drunk and happier than ever before. So happy they did bad things, relying on the rainbow to clean their eyes.

Stop Wishing me lucky. Lest I be completed in something other than a circle, I’ll call out to you. Stop getting involved with my stars. They aren’t very friendly. I’d stop reaching out to them if I were you, they’re not listening to you. They’re never gonna see you— Your lights are off. You’ve gone out of business. You’ve let people inside and they’ve taken EVERYTHING. Even your favorite clock. Th...

She should've been a sculpture in Sydney, Australia. Article 5, newspaper 17 if you need her she'll be lost in lithium vitriolic​ and upset this girl needs Soul Rest

Your Seismic Eyes

Diamond Rain

Im an addict for you. I’m addicted to the euphoric. I’m addicted to eurphoria

IF

Because—-

Because—I see your face on the cover of every magazine I see your reflection in the water of every bottle I drink and I’m scared to laugh when I get in the ocean because I’m scared I’ll cry for you. Every first year was half as long as your very first vein extending the sound of your very own heartache fingerprint smashing the ink spot on and off and on and off and on like the fraction that fractu...

Terrible Terror

Let me ask you something: “Do you turn your head for roses?”

Dream Sweet (I) Part II

Dream Sweet (I) Part I

The answer is always evening. The answer is always Evening out

Let me hear your voice it’s like a cure to me.

The world is a gentle place if only you would be sensitive to its touch.

Small Mysteries