It will take time
to pack away
the thoughts you breathed into me,
hands cupped around my ear.
I took your loaded words
straight to my four-chambers.
I let my guard down
and you in
to my fortress
I swallowed you entirely
and knew you like the alphabet
In my soup
You held my hands led me
through your labyrinth mind
and I learned
the way you played
that guitar song
eyes squeezed shut
I felt your sweet sigh
on my neck
from across the room
I craved it like
the backs of my eyelids
You knew what you were doing
when you left
with my feeble heart
beneath your jacket
You ran like raindrops
and smeared my face
I stomped away my own shadow
And vomited everything
you gave to me
It will take time
to rearrange the word magnets
on my fridge
To say something that
Doesn't remind me of
Butterflies flying out
Your open throat
Writings and Things
A writer, a reader, a yogi, and pizza lover. I bring a little black moleskin wherever I go; inspiration is everywhere. I love movies that make me cry and the smell of libraries. Oh and I have a tumblr too, old high school angst and reblogged pictures for days. athousandflyingbirds.tumblr.com
Monday, January 20, 2014
Wednesday, January 1, 2014
That oven heat afternoon
That park bench facing
That ugly blue dragon statue
That stares right back
Vision skewed by audible sobs
Fallen head
Anchored between my knees
I was sinking
Into the ground
Where the dragon couldn’t see
What you had to.
I stood between
You and the door
I was hysterical
Like a child
Begging you to
Please stay,
A thousand times sorry,
Just stay
And then you left behind
An open wound
Never fully sewn up
Monday, December 30, 2013
Kitchen Cigarettes
This is a short story. Tell me what you think.
Sunday, December 29, 2013
Shift
The sun just past the
sleepy horizon.
Dots blanketing the
sky fade with the night.
Soft, tired eyes
waking with the day’s dawn
As drowsy mountains
crave morning’s light.
The quiet, meditative
murmur of his steady breathing,
Hazy dreaming.
Half the world lay in
still slumber.
Even while you rest,
I see your mind wander.
Rays illuminate the
room, not yet ours,
Shapes and shadows
inching across beige walls.
Rub the night away
from your eyes;
You are even more divine
than the sunrise.
Saturday, December 28, 2013
Up
in Flight
Up in the air, Up
above it all, soaring.
Playground sandbox
mountains,
thumb-sized cities.
A quilt of green,
each patch a different hue,
Sewn together with
Needle and thread of
Cars and dirt roads.
Up above the clouds,
Up in flight,
Up in height.
Flying so high, so
high,
The tiny earth below,
And me,
A giant!
And then the seatbelt
sign alights,
Heart sinking as the
world grows larger
And we descend
through the blanket of cotton
And me, saddened,
because I liked feeling that tall.
I
Am Not A Tree
With summer’s demise,
Veneer from green to red to
black, no longer mine.
Leaves leave and fall with fall
From my arms to the ground in
heaps,
Then raked away
By winter the garment bandit.
Shriveled and shivering,
No coat to keep me cozy.
The night’s curtain
Blanketing the sky,
Black boughs bare until spring
warmth
Bears new garb.
Once again
No longer naked
And the thief returns,
Apologetic,
Adorning me with song birds
Amongst budding flower.
It’s quite alright,
I forgive you,
And I stretch my arms upward
Into the warm sun.
Love
Bagels
You turn over my hands,
Handing me a million reasons to
Hand you my affection.
You touch the small of my back,
A tiptoeing rush sent
From your fingertips
All the way up my spine,
Sifting through the subway
labyrinth,
Together,
Lost amidst the potpourri of
people.
You give me emptied wine glasses
stained
With midnight laughter.
You are my Paris,
San Francisco,
Spain,
Italy,
The entire New York cityscape.
I lie next to you,
Watch your sleepy eyes sigh,
The weight of your propelling
intellect at rest,
And I lose you to
The muffled roar of
Crashing salt waves,
An infinite tide
From the depths of your belly.
Our love,
Cupped but not contained,
Growing but still new,
Fragile but never broken.
I want to kiss every part of your
face
Without you knowing
As you hazily drift in and out,
Back and forth.
You give me the scent of toasted
bagels in the morning.
Cream and sugar in my coffee;
You
In equal amount
Offer me comfort and
desire.
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