The Greatest Actor

I'm a poet. I'm a loner. I'm a social butterfly. I'm a beauty. I'm a reject. I'm anything you want me to be.

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Curiosity Lands on Mars

I want to
      rove your
            craters,

learn
      what secrets
            lie 

154
      million miles
            from home,

make your
      red planet
            my home

until life
      reveals itself
            in you.

New song…❤

THE ONLY THING THAT’S ENDLESS

same tune, same chords

from fifty
 years ago

turned on its head, love

the same love

your father and mother

sang
 before you
 were born

does it
 matter

what’s behind the vein

of fumbling pale
 hands
the same
 hands
that held onto the flowers
you left on the lawn

can we make our hearts
beat to Time’s drums?
let’s not grow too numb

same tune, same chords

in every other song
if you can feel me
the same
 me
pressed in memories
you’d like to mourn 

does it
 matter

what’s beyond the grave

don’t let it haunt you

the same 
you

I cradled 
until the
twilight was dawn

can we make our hearts
beat to Time’s drums?
let’s not grow too numb

don’t be afraid to love
it’s the only thing that’s endless

love

love

love

Spilled Ink

I spill
ink
because
my
body
is a
rubber
stamp
and I
want to
leave
impressions
on the
pages.

Music for my tired heart.

SHORT-LIVED

i.
caught between the lines of you
half of me is what is best
little wrinkled rendezvous
we’ll iron out the rest

ii.
you say that talk is cheap
but I have a way with words
bring me to where you sleep
break my body up in thirds

iii.
real and mimicked sighs
precede tiny lies
as we say goodbye
I make believe my heart is mine

iv.
look at me

shame on me
look at me
shame on me

The Sky Gossips at 3 A.M.

This is the time
when
I turn on my
lonely noise, when
even the moon
eavesdrops
and the stars
whisper
little rumors
in the
wind.

"Did you hear she’s
been in love?”
                      “It’s a shame
                      she’s grown so cold.”

Why they even
taunt in silence,
chanting
songs
my heart
can’t hear.

In a Car, Listening

you kept your pain
hidden away, like
a child
growing into
manhood
(or something)
never explaining
a thing
as you
stared blankly
at the road ahead

everything was in half,
and I pretended
you knew where
to go as the
soot and stars
weighed you down
while the
stars and moonlight
weighed me down

you threw your heart
in a mixtape
with caution
with passion
with belief in
something that was
never there
(for you)

and I listened—

counting
beats,
comprehending
lyrics

so pathetically

that your only
response
was to
softly hum
along

(Source: thegreatestactor)

Cyclogenesis

Clearly her cup contained fire
while mine overflowed with ice,
      and she did not lean into my
                  ambitions, or tremble
      at my fury
                but watched
as a child would watch
the wind
               fall into itself before
           breezing past her face.
She looked up
at a sky so full of envy and so
decidedly endless that
    the moment seemed to
                               dissipate
into the breath of the zephyr.
                              I watched
                  her lips
unfurl in wonder
                      and defiance
                     as mine
began to plea,
                though
                          all at once
               the lightening hit
and our bodies merged
        into violent
                   rapture.

(Note: This was written in collaboration with dirtyoldsixofclubs.)

I’ve gotten a lot of messages requesting that I make another song, so here’s another one. Thanks to my followers for their support. x

A DEPRESSIVE FALLS IN LOVE

There is a light that shines on me.
It never cares if I can see
beyond the brightness of its glow,
and that’s the way the story goes.

There was once a time I used to hide
under unsaturated skies
and soak up the colors of the rain,
but things can never stay the same.

He came along and took my sight,
enamored me with all his might—
the whiteness of it all,
the blind ambition of his call.

I stood there silent from the years
of shutting down my silent fears.
With pearly whites and eyes of blue,
there isn’t much a girl can do.

Was I just stupid all along?
How could a person be this wrong?
He brought me light but I still can’t see.
But what’s the problem? Look at me.

Now I’m as happy as a bird
And just as dumb. (Or so I heard.)
I never wanted this; I’m sure it shows.
But that’s the way the story goes.

Never Give Mother Your Vague Poetry

She glanced it over
smiling, bright-eyed
like I was in kindergarten
bringing home a
portrait covered in
Crayola. 

Something for the fridge
she secretly hoped
before her eyes had time
to really
sink into the page.

With a furrowed brow
she read as if
preparing to decode
lumpy animal faces

except this time

the faces were words
whose teeth were sharp
and obscure enough to bite. 

Her eyes staggered through
line after line, a
fixated bobblehead
bowing at each word.

And when finished
she twitched,
then turned to me
and said,

"Is that

what you really

think

of your mother?”