They say that parallel lines
never meet.
How beautiful to be so
in sync…
completing the other
perfectly,without ever
knowing existence.
(via lesbipoet13)
The Solider Knows No Peace
I look to my left and see the lights of the place I call home. Between me and the comfort I seek is the dark, a void that reflects my insecurities and the knowledge of ages. It’s strange how I ended up here and
I want to jump
Into the black and see what happens
I want to fall into the void and lay there
Maybe it’s twisted
Maybe I’m wrong
But I want to make a difference
And I want to make a name
Moving Still and Standing Forward: The Paradox of Us
We met,
In the blue dark, in the half light
Of a semi-state of mind.
I reached for your air and
Skimmed the surface of your soul as
You shivered in my arms and I
Brushed against your beating heart, my
Fingers wrapping around what was
And will never…
Twelve Minutes and Forty-Five Seconds (logicbomb32)
Spacing was being a bitch so I had to screen shot it instead.
Let me tell you a story.
Sam, Maisie, and I were leaving Prairie Lights after a poetry reading and a lost woman comes up to us and asks where the Old Capitol is. We ask if she is referring to the dome or the mall? She says she thinks the dome so we point her in the direction. She thanks us and asks if we’re going to see Obama friday.
(Sidenote: Obama, Michelle Obama, Joe Biden, and Jill Biden are all coming to Iowa City friday to speak and tickets were being sold at the Iowa Memorial Union.)
Sam and Maisie say no because Sam has work and Maisie has track practice and I say yes but I hadnt gotten a chance to go get a ticket.
She then says “Well here are three VIP tickets!” Hands them to me and then jets off toward the Capitol.So ladies and gentlemen, I now have three VIP tickets to see the President, the First Lady, the VP, and Jill Biden on Friday. I am taking my lovely friends Kelsey and Jess.
I love my life sometimes.
Words.
I didn’t know words,
Could jump across the page
Or backtrack my mind.
//\//\//\//\
I didn’t know words,
Could turn on me
Or basically act like my ex-best friend.
//\//\//\//\
I didn’t know words,
Could lock themselves up
Or hide from the paper before me.
//\//\//\//\
I didn’t know words,
Could act so cruel
Or maybe I was just oblivious
Virtue Lost
All these softly spoken words
With double meanings and hidden messages
It’s not for me.
I want anger
And passion
And an eruption of emotions so that the world makes sense.
Not this slow drip
The broken faucet of life
I’m too fucking impatient
And sometimes I think it might destroy me
What We Are
Blank pages marred by wordless text
Stains of memories infecting the desperate souls
Who so desperately look for solace in the bittersweet moonless sky.
They are lonely on these nights
Where the endless hours blend into each other until time is but a smear
Black
And grey
And white
And perilous in their definition
For what lies beyond the answer is but another question
Into which the oblivion is but the only end
And what kind of ending is endless?
Sharp
Yet delicate.
Carefully phrased and pointedly placed
Your words are meant to hurt.
At least you’ve always done that part well.
What Steps We Take
You can see the fear in her eyes
The truth behind the lies
The waver in her voice as she tells you she’s alright
What Steps We Take
You can see the fear in her eyes
The truth behind the lies
The waver in her voice as she tells you she’s alright
