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Posted in Personal, Poem with tags , , , on March 29, 2014 by spitshinedsoul

I wait for the day
you say
you’re better than “okay”

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Posted in Personal, Poem with tags , , on September 13, 2013 by spitshinedsoul

The deep blue sea
  A solace and a tomb
The lonely sink
  Like heavy stones
They lift the loved
  Who stand on their bones

feel

Posted in Personal, Poem with tags , , , , on October 8, 2012 by spitshinedsoul

that morning stretch
you feel sexy
no matter how you look
no matter the time of day
no matter that you’re alone

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Posted in Personal, Poem, prose with tags , , , , on October 4, 2012 by spitshinedsoul

I may not know the way you look in the morning,
but I knew how your heart beat strong in the night,
I may not know how you take your coffee,
but I know how you stir just before sleep,
(one last stretch for comfort)
I know the curve of the pools of your collarbones,
and how you giggle before the punchline.

My most vivid memories are the ones you forgot.

Posted in Personal, Poem, prose, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , on June 11, 2012 by spitshinedsoul

You put too much faith in my love
And I’m not where you’d like to be
Keep me busy just a little while longer
I can’t keep sorting these memories
I understand you have to leave
And why you don’t stay long
I can’t hold it against you
But
Keep giving me that faith
Because I’ve got nothing else
Nothing is loud enough to drown out the mind

past presences, future tenses

Posted in Personal, Thoughts with tags , , , , , , , on May 31, 2012 by spitshinedsoul

There are still those nights when I know that all I can offer you is eventual heartbreak because nothing lasts forever, I’m just waiting for my turn. We are all kids still looking for that cereal box toy, only now we find them in people and come up short. Leave it to me to think I’ve found the keys to loves front door only to figure out that it’s the garage I need to be in. I still try, I’ve just stopped hearing your heartbeat.

Posted in Personal, Poem, prose with tags on April 15, 2012 by spitshinedsoul

I keep thinking about the space between our hands when they were right against each other, that little gap.. because we’re never touching one another, not really.

I dreamed of others while you laid beside me. Beside me, never bridging  between us.

That little gap, that polarization keeping our matter from ever touching anything.

 

I’ve never felt more alone.