You haven’t written in ages :/

I’m so sorry. My life has been ridiculously hectic and I haven’t really taken the time to do much of anything for myself apart from losing myself in shows and trying to make it through my work day without quitting. I’ll tell you what though, I will try to write at least a poem a week, but I can’t promise that it will be any good though. Thanks for reminding me to start writing again.

Hollow

Hollowness devours me

Silence eating words before breaths

Can even be drawn, like drafts and

Mere sketches of sentences

Traced in air no longer viable.

The pain is not excruciating, but empty

Like destitute dwellings underneath my

Skin craving for inhabitants gentle

Or wicked without shame.

Yet even these cannot fill and I am

Suffocating on the lack of devastation

Noticeable, categorised and almost

Neat.

The Price of Affliction

“Pain deserves to be felt,”

As nerve endings send signals

Informing our minds of the outside

World intercepting our misconceptions

With stark revelations dispelling hazed

Recollections of how things were.

The past caught up in our distortion

Of present situations provoking

Hesitation and flight toward futures

We’ll probably forget.

The sharp and dull prick of instigation

Oxygenation of our blood

Floating like stills dripping solution

Developing the conditions of our

Hearts overexposed and overdosed

Collapsing and contracting

Like leaves on a dry autumn day.

To lose yourself in someone else

May seem a sweet relief

Sighing grief

Between their teeth

While tracing soft pale cheeks.

Gathered heat and tangled sheets

Paper, silk and ink

Vestiges of memories

Scattered on the floor

Stained with spots of bright green shots

Held in forevermore.

Till stars appear before our eyes

In breathing’s labored grasp

Held closely in between the words

Our hands so tightly clasp.

Crumpled sheets of silk and wood

Discarded on the ground

Words too much to even speak

Too much to make a sound.

Sighing gently

Silently

Almost like a thought

Whispered.

Heart of Oak

From hair and eyes like oak and pine

Words poured from cherry lips

Sweeter and fuller

Than honey, maple or wine.

Verse sustaining and sustained

Founding and finding

Secure foundations for hope

Entangled like roots and rain

Rising from her lungs whole

Devoting air to the single phrases

I devour in form like rivers

Sending chills throughout my soul.

Yet, even fixed I cannot comprehend

The priceless nature

Within this goddess

I call friend.

Reallocation

Filled my heart with love–

Where once stood walls and branches

Founded oasis.

Separation

Mind’s suffocation

Choking each little thought

Drowning each feeling

Trapped behind a bulletproof wall

Built to stop the pain

Unbreakable, but transparent

Seeing and understanding

But divided from everything,

Everyone that matters.

Molly (Here’s Your Poem)

Molded from the furious core of an active volcano

Ordinary is a lie and you know it.

Left to ponder upon the forger’s intention as

Lingering thoughts of recompense incite you–

Yodeling champion of Scotland.

Internal Weather

Showering with skin

Foreign to my fingertips

Forged and tempered in love

I caress

And forever feel I’ll fail to comprehend

How a work that is not a “work,”

Though a breathing masterpiece,

Could ever find a way

To share a life with me.

Exhausted Respiration

Your name catches in my throat

Like a breath I feared

Abated

Before it struck my lungs

And rendered paralyzed my disposition.

I am lost

In pursuit of fruitless acquisition

For words too heavy for exhalation

Invalid explanations

For all you make me feel.

Yet, failing proper respiration

I’ve still discovered systematic devastation

And traced the cause to you.