Crushing Lavender

I haven't put my finger
In a light socket
since the first time
 it didn't work.

The way that I sometimes gravitate
to my grandmothers bed.
 Fall arms wide onto her bed-sheets
and prepare to miss her.

I can't be angry
at every lipstick stain
that floats my way.

Return to the earth,
 She always says.

There's a floral  box
under her dresser
Gathering the very best kind
of dust.

Does no  one else
carry confetti in their pockets
for special occasions?

Ridiculous isn't it?
All this waiting.

The night sky has become an arsenal
of glistening daggers.
Waiting to fall
as she rises.

All she ever asked
was that she be buried
in a field of lavender.

Are you suggesting what i think you're suggesting?

"fake it 'till you make it"

Pretend I'm Hillary Clinton.

Thank god it's dark

Sweating like a steam roll

Did they see me trip?

I want to face the wall
Why do i always do this to myself?

Be calm and be batman

Keep Clam and don't blink

You'll be fine, maybe...

Avoid Teressa's eyes

Mel's Diner, those blissful red booths.

Thighs molded
to a bright red booth,
with Georgia on the Mind.
The Queen wailing it's demand
for melancholy beauty.

Awoken by the Fall

It  was the rudest of awakenings. One moment i was abstractly aware of the branch I sat, dozing on. That it was an almost painful point of support only a child wouldn't care to endure.
And then it had vanished.
For all I knew, gone from existence like a fly flown too fast by.The sound of wind in my ears as startling as a mother's kiss, planted too suddenly by your ear.

Eyelash Whisperings

It's quite here
like listening to the sound
of your own blinking.

The colors that brush the wall
like Spackle
taunting you to gaze upon
their searing luminosity.

To loose yourself in a rhythm
that can only be
observed

These Secrets That We Keep

These secrets that we keep
they ooze from every orifice
and bleed from out my eyes.

My trust begins to wither
as they squirm and they slither.

There's no one i can tell
no one left who might understand
or bare the weight of these words
and the truth is left unheard.

Save Your Breath

 My eyes are open but I still can't find my way. I've tried to get over myself but even I can't conquer the mountain that is my emotional baggage. The grass is greener on the other side but that only meant that the slopes are more slippery. I don't know about you but I'm starting to think that all your advice is crap.