Naked Poetry

Please Don’t Tread On Me 28.01.2018 0:54 ↓

He keeps calling me, “sweetheart”

Hello Haiku 27.01.2018 0:11 ↓

Memorized hellos.

Nine Months 27.01.2018 0:35 ↓

Safe.

Be Someone’s Poem 27.01.2018 0:16 ↓

Save their days.

My Dear Goddess (I) 27.01.2018 1:23 ↓

My dear goddess— I am on the ground for you.

Evergreen 27.01.2018 1:11 ↓

And yesterday I saw his blue guy and this yellow guy and I thought wow together they would be evergreen. How pretty would that be?

Soul-rest 27.01.2018 0:34 ↓

Soul-rest

Nightmare Imagined 27.01.2018 0:53 ↓

It happened like this:

Drom Sott 26.01.2018 0:15 ↓

Sweet dreams.

Dollar #1 26.01.2018 0:51 ↓

I keep it for the luck——- that it could be.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 26.01.2018 0:42 ↓

These are the days

Every Day Is A Frenzy 26.01.2018 0:46 ↓

Every Day Is A Frenzy

Holy Again 26.01.2018 0:07 ↓

Hold a face in your hands —— and you’re holy Again

On Finding Your Spark 26.01.2018 1:15 ↓

Begin with chance. Start fire to enhance the urgency. Make sure your power is on. Make sure your power works. Activate. Surge forward through that fence that you built by accident. Accelerate. From now on you will glisten. No more playing the dream game. Practice your reactions. React to the appropriate whisper. When it arrives be honest. Be kind of quiet. Exercise this. Exercise yourself. Apologi...

And Then I’d Pop 25.01.2018 1:47 ↓

Two balloons outside

And Wait For The Whisper Call 25.01.2018 2:06 ↓

Of Fall

And You Can Imagine The Ache 25.01.2018 1:14 ↓

When

And I’d Have You Center Stage 25.01.2018 1:17 ↓

Proving nature isn’t pain.

And I’ll Go For A Walk 25.01.2018 1:57 ↓

And I’ll go for a walk

What Just Happened 24.01.2018 0:36 ↓

The kind of beautiful where you have to look away for a second, almost like you got punched in the face, but it doesn't h u r t necessarily, it's not that kind of pain, it's .... It never happens and when it does it shocks, and also soothes, I can only hope that you love my face that way too...

Have Trust In Me, Judges 24.01.2018 1:02 ↓

Have trust in me, judges. I have the most tremolo possible. This shakiness isn't all technique. The illness it won't speak don't ask me. My friends tease me Parkinson's. I smile like a rainbow jump-roping and think if they even knew my grandpa--how he lost is eye on contact. His sisters hands. She ran with scissors. The ultimate catastrophe.  Maybe that'd shut them the Fuck up. Bastards. Gorgeous,...

Eden On Earth 24.01.2018 1:28 ↓

She's 80% complex. 20% lethal I can tell you how she'll end. Her neurons will cross my fingers. The universe will give up its knees. Her name will become the very transportation I seek. The love will rush away. Her eyes will stay awake. The pupil pushed forward in an effort to control your mind. You will find her on S. ocean Blvd. Your motions will slow and your heart will scream for a witness. Ai...

Denial 24.01.2018 0:38 ↓

Engaged. Preferably to an odd man. Il Est Riche! Ideally opposite Of all you reflect. You secretly hate it all and want to be with the girl who handed you the flower ring. She tried it on Seven hands to make sure it’d fit you right. Dropped to the floor—caught you when everything fell. This is as far as I’ll go.

Chapter 3 24.01.2018 4:16 ↓

One day I remember having this conversation with Hadley, she was watching a documentary on Georgia O’Keefe and it gets to the scene where Georgia is painting the mural and I see her write something down in her notebook. This is what it said: “She paints like she’s trying to re-write history.” I love what she said when she spoke about heartbreak, when she was so heartbroken that she did not want to...

The Why I Wrote It Segment (I) 24.01.2018 6:37 ↓

Segment where once I week I will attempt to explain why or how I wrote a poem or two. The segment where I explain the inspiration behind the poem.