The city swallowed you whole, but you climbed its walls to spite its fervor, digging your fragile claws into the merciless concrete, yearning to escape and inflate your lungs with the unstained air. Run like wildfire, baby, before they gauge your eyes from their sockets, before the hollowed savages press their sawlike teeth into your penetrable flesh and tear, tear, tear.
Read Morepoetry and prose
301//365 /
It devours me until my heart aches in longing and grief. You were like a mesa too vertical to climb. You were the smell of desert rain I couldn't inhale enough of, elusive and solemn and captivating in your intangibility.
Read MoreIce Cream /
You probably don't remember tasting ice cream for the first time. You were too young. You were too spoiled with experience but you're far from providential if you never know what it is to lack, to be without; if you can't recall your world without ice cream.
Read More279//365 /
I couldn't find your mouth in the darkness
or your waist to put my arms around at midnight
and I can't know what it's like to be a man like you
loving the woman clenching her fists until daylight
Liberation and The Normal Wood Creates the Sea /
I've been wanting to shoot this woman naked for years. To quickly capture just a glimpse and solidify her beautiful art-plastered body in photographs for infinitude. Shanna's my tattoo artist and one hell of a chick and I've photographed her before but never was there such tenaciousness in the air.
Read More251//365 /
And I wanna sit outside in the dark except for the light of the distant moon with you and marvel at the perfectly ludicrous idea that men have traveled that far from home. We're both far from home and yet here we are - contently home.
Read More247//365 /
I can't look at the sky and not think of you. I can't look at each and every single drop, every reflection of your eyes in the mirrors of the falling rain. I can't not think of you when the smells of the wet earth conquer my body like an invading army at the battle of I Love You More Than love.
Read More127//365 /
Sometimes you have to follow your stupid fucking heart even when it feels like it's dragging you through the mud, through the darkest depths of Hell with no promise of emerging, when it completely betrays you and everything you've ever known or believed to be true about your life now and in the days to come.
Read More98//365 /
Everything dead is reborn and the transition is startling. Instantly stagnant blood is coursing through me, my heart is beating with purpose and my entire body feels like a sponge.
Read More84//365 /
I see you on the horizon,
always just beyond reach
15 years and 1
2 years and 8
Medium term
My life is seasons of you
and seasons without.
Where have you been,
Where did you go,
I wanna rest my palms on your ribs
I wanna feel your chest pressed up against my back
I've survived this dust bowl
Your ocean colliding with my shores
Warmed contently by a rolling fog
Obscuring everything but each other
68//365 /
Time said: with me, everything's easier. Like my distorted silhouette spilling from the bottoms of my feet at sunset on a warm sunny day - never faltering and consistently comforting that the laws of nature haven't changed. Safety in knowing some things never waiver. Never. Some things are always there.
Read More60//365 /
Let's escape the dreary cities, birds of ill omen with fragmented wings and drenched in far too many lost and unfulfilled incarnations, tired and broken people. Overabundance of souls just looking to infect you with their incurable cancers and insincere laughter.
Read More50//365 /
Sometimes I wake and still have trouble remembering where I am. Sometimes the darkness is both liberating and suffocating. Sometimes I can still hear the melancholy notes of High Hopes partnered with the lingering aroma of pot and Camel cigarettes seeping through the crack underneath my bedroom door.
Read More41//365 /
Memories of you rolled in with the fog. I missed you so desperately, so thoroughly, so lucidly. And the more I tried in vain to catch my breath, the more the air around me seemed to recede into nothingness. I missed you.
Read More30//365 /
Sometimes there are signs or glimpses of warmer weather to come. This morning felt almost like Spring. By the time I walked out of my office at 6:30 it was dark and cold and blowing snow. Sometimes my bones absolutely ache in their yearning for warmth, for the warm sun on my skin.
Read More22//365 /
How much of your brief little life do you live in fear? In anger? In sadness? How often do you say "I love you" ? How often are you paying attention? Staying informed? Standing up for something? How many injustices have you witnessed today alone? Did you feel more apathy than rage? What's your plan to rectify that? When exactly do you plan to start giving a shit? How often do you wake up in the morning and think "I just can't do it" ?
Read MoreInternal Discourse /
Try not to let the world get in your way. You were never part of it. You never wanted to be a part of it. Do what you want, do what you need to. What do you need? Breathe. Remember you're never alone. You're completely alone. You're completely alone. You're not soft. You're unappealing. You know you've never really fit in anywhere or with anyone. You're alone. You're lonely. You're fat. Smile more. Breathe.
Read MoreGod Love You /
God love you and love the piercing
Ache to belong to you, your past,
Your sins, your loves in contrast
To miss you, to need you, to want you
To consume you where you stand
Your inamorata in a vast wasteland
Every last drop of boundless brine
God is giving me a sign
To invite you to plunge inside me
To engulf you, envelop your desires
To succumb to your every whim
God love the piercing ache to belong to you,
With you, to feel you in my bones,
Until you're seeping through my pores I'm yours.
God love the you that fills the space
The pockets of bleak inhabiting me
The way I melt when I see your face
To glances toward you longingly
God love you and the stabbing ache
To belong to you, to be everything you Need.
To yearn for you, to dream of you,
o bleed, proceed, to plead.
Godspeed.
Only Grace Will Remain /
My selves, my being, my love, my pain
Trudging through madness but desperate to keep sane
Stuck between darkness and everything illuminated
I, the accomplice in these suicides perpetrated
And from the cadaver, wretched self-disdain
and from the cadaver, only grace will remain.
Lips Will Utter /
My lips will utter what you wanna hear,
as long as you and delight are standing near.
Don't worry darling, it's all sincere.