2016
Dirty, fallen angel With your dented, grubby halo You’ve been up all night again, Drinking with the devil’s foot sol… He’s left his smell on you
So, says the head, what have we he… Oh, says the heart, it’s so beauti… The one that we want is finally he… Right, nods the head, I can see h… But let’s take a moment to test th…
I feel the warmth of your body holding me in a protective ring. I smell the ironed cleanness of yo… as you pull me closer. As I cling to you, knowing this is the moment
Her eyelids unfold slowly, night shutters open. Her horizon begins to fill, takes… The brown curves of his neck, shoulder, bicep. His back
There’s dayglow-soaked outrage all over the news. Petitions, bold claims and die-in campaigns. Point-scoring games
A sun-splattered walkway. Spring in the air. A head full of humdrum, routine, everyday - thoughts of last night, tomorrow,
The grey sky hung low and heavy That cold October day. Downstairs, the house began to rou… —I chose to stay away. Well-intentioned warmth and care
Cold tiles calm clammy skin as blood redder than the brightest tomato — like red pen ink
So what are your thoughts? Tell m… your thoughts. Tell me what you want. So how do you feel? Reveal to me your heart. Show me what
If I could live my life in suspen… I would choose to live it with you… If I could be young forever witho… I would be young forever with you. If I could stay in this moment an…
When my barriers begin to break and my toes touch icy water. When familiar fears begin to snake and my nerve begins to falter. When my skyscraper highs begin to…
Pulling the door closed with a cli… the spring air pulses through my v… With a quick, light, fickle step I start to feel alive again. As his body thrusts its way to the…
It catches her unawares Cinching cold in her chest Veins of icy crystals Freezing inside herself It hits her deep in the lungs
Do we both know this must end? Is that why we’re collecting memor… Living the present for the sake of… Reliving the moments before they’v… My collection’s growing daily
When you are gone and I am grey, I’ll look back fondly on this day. Your ice-blue eyes and ice-cream s… will dance before me yet awhile. Those little looks, your searching…