day 113

what
makes
me
weak

pt. IV.

poems about
love
and break ups
and sex
and being alone

those about
kissing
sleeping in separate beds
wondering
what
someone's
voice
sounds like

poems about
miles
walking
tears, regret,
time
TIME
waiting
anticipation

these are all
written by souls
itching to be free
from the claustrophobic
home called
finger tips

we are all guilty
of keeping
the middle man
a prisoner
of keeping
words our lovers
should have heard
years ago
of forgetting
how much angel
is left
in a stranger's
voice

of forgetting
we have
all
fallen in love
head over heels
flying
with an angel-voiced
stranger

day 112

you are bits of grain that blow away so easily in this wind

winter is so harsh

must be so harsh for you

day 111

what
makes
me
weak

pt. II.


the curve
above lips
as
a smile
forms

another heart is
feeling warmth

in this moment

two lovers
remember
what it feels like
to be alive
in one's
touch

day 110

what
makes
me
weak
pt. I.


woman with a gentle smile
eyes bright
with a belly swollen of hope
swallowing pride and
faith

man
with gentle eyes
a smile bright
towards his woman
with a belly swollen of faith
swallowing hope in belief
proudly

day 109

Is it too early to speak
Is it too early to tell you we're a lost cause
losing because everything was too early
practiced trying to be the one
and the only
and the brave
and the lover
just made to mold and be fixed in heat
Is it too early to catch you
broken porcelain
with lips split from the cold
uncertainty
of it all

It may be
maybe it's too early

day 108

In the case of a global
zombie
apocalypse,
I've developed a list of what I'd like to happen:

- I hope to be at home with my mum and pup
- if my pup turned into a zombie dog, I'd teach her some cool tricks
- I wouldn't let my mother turn into a zombie
- the market basket down the street would not be my first choice because it is already the most crowded place in town
- I'd hope that my older brother survives because he lives in Maryland and I feel like the epidemic would strike there first
- I would like my sister's dog to turn into a zombie so he could play with my dog
- I would prefer the apocalypse to happen in the summer because I wouldn't want to die from slipping on black ice or being too cold
-
- I love you and if you ever got bit by a zombie, I wouldn't shoot you, I would just run really far away. I wouldn't let you bite me either. You are a starving artist like I am and you would probably eat most of me and I would be a very bony zombie.

day 107

i planned to spend the first day
of a new year
with good company
instead
i am spending it in the arms of a broken lover
i know we shouldn't beat a dead horse
but i still believe he is my knight in shining armour
steadily racing towards me on a race horse
we are still in love like we are running out of time
i don't know if this is as bad as it seems
i know it is forbidden
but my heart knows no rules
it runs and skips to the beat of its own drum
racing away from the stallions that try to outrun fate


this will be a long year