An American dream

Picture this:lights underneath the night skyfrom the airplane;they dim and light to the sound of guitar riffsthere’s men, so far awaywho knew it’d be youcurly dark haireyes that glare and don’t speakthe smile that lights up streets

Cites at night

The computer keyboard looks like cities from a plane at night while reflecting against a mirror in the dark

Sunny day outside the smoky room

I sit up on the bed amid a sea of skeletons there’s smoke in the air that blurs vision and the sunlight hides behind smelly old curtains I’ve been feeling like a a blank canvas and that was ok; it was better not to feel than to feel the door’s shut from outside, blocking all

Saddest thing ever

When you’re feeling alone and riddled with fear in the dark of the night And playing catch in an empty living room with a helpless playful dog for the sake of his negligible happiness

Shiny dim eyes

He looked at me with shiny eyes. We were lying next to each other and it was dark. He smiled with a curvature on his lips And he didn’t say a thing And when he spoke, he purred deep words. He placed my fallen hair strands back behind my ears and told me that I’m

Three guys, all f’d Up

Her life was getting miserable-r, just like anybody else’s, but while getting into that cavity that one falls into in the back of their minds; that cavity that makes everything a thousand times more horrible and painful; she had a thought– there were others too, just as miserable. They live perfect lives and always have

Insomnia technique #2

Prop up your pillow so that you’re sitting on bed. Stare at the wall in the dark. Hope that it gets boring.

The hazy blue world in Europe

She was a blonde high-school classmate who wanted to become a missionary one day. On the bus ride home, she told me about a time when someone she knew got into a car accident and almost became decapitated, or was decapitated. I eventually learned what that meant. Those days were cold and grey from what

Burning wood

Quiet nights And the midnight stray dogs that bark The scent of burning wood Clay pots and runny rice On a stove made of fine earth I’m wearing my favorite cotton dress And peeking out the open window railings While the cool breeze touches my face Unlocking my heart There’s the lingering scent from grandma’s

Tropical bird

Please don’t leave, he whispered from the depths of his heart Her forest eyes pierced into his mind and took him elsewhere Paradise Where red-yellow birds flew over the rainbow And the waterfalls drenched into the ground Don’t leave me, he thought As he buried his nose in her hair And got soaked in that

Last one at the end of the circle

It’s another season, and the planets have run down that same old circle. You’ve packed your bags and moved up to another mess, and me, it’s come down to me kneeling on the ground gasping for air, unable to breathe, dying. This is me. The one who’s supposed to get it. But what do I

Dark hallway mission

The voice tells me to get into the elevator and to go to a certain floor. I do so as told. Instinct tells me to walk down the hallway. There’s promise of a grand prize; the greatest thing, the highest goal. There’s supposed to be something that I’ve always wanted at the finish. I’m told

Can’t find you

It’s useless; every other emotion that I’m feeling right now. I don’t know where to find you. I’m lost again. I’m seeking beyond the pages printed with dry scientific words. I’m skimming through the shopping catalog plastered with fake beautiful faces. It’s faster than the car ride that can’t seem to fly higher; tastier than

Shivering nights

Shivering at night in the cold, dark chamber Sweating and suffocating Hallucinating; losing ground and the center within Lost and unable to be found; stuck in a limbo Needing sweet, sweet love And much understanding