Tupelo

Tupelo Jun 2015

Jelly

For some reason,
After you left again,
My insides painted themselves blue,
The mirrors all stared back,
Searched for the floods in my side,
Jarred up the thought of you,
I'm letting it sit for the summer,
Maybe it'll be ready in the fall

#sad #life #thoughts

Tupelo Jun 2015

Fantasia

For you who called for a moment,
One filled with seasons of house lightning,
Storms booming in the eyes of sofa cushions,
Splitting a room from chandelier thunder clouds,
This hilltop hierarchy has made mountains of molehills,
Barnacled itself unto the names of our forefathers,
Made porcelain tears in the eyes of mothers,
Do you not see all the spotlight in this tragedy?
All this powder and masquerade,
Simply to be seen whole again

#life #thoughts

Tupelo Jun 2015

Chin

This mind of a Martyr
One still ready to die for this,
Forgot my tears
Far too heavy to hide in this,
So chin up and stone faced,
With your fingers wrapped
around my monuments,
Ready to salvage the wreckage,
These marbled memories,
Still glisten in the eye of the sun

nothings

#poetry #life #thoughts

Tupelo Jun 2015

Monarch

Sometimes I have visions of you,
On occasion you cloud my dreams,
Most days are spent with saxophones
that only know how to sing your name
And most nights are spent sipping bottles
that might just drown all the butterflies
you left in my stomach

#love #sad

Tupelo Jun 2015

Dear Althea

You are all
the reasons why
I choose to stay

#love #10w

Tupelo Jun 2015

Luna

Nothing more frightening than an angry poet and a pen,
You wanna see a real bloodbath check their notebooks,
Fresh sheets of paper splattered with blacks and blues,
Bleeding through from whatever they carved out of themselves,
A poet with a death wish is the most tragic of romances,
Praying for their song of innocence to flutter into the night,
Hoping that one day soon the earth will come and swallow them up,
On that is ripe and fattened on dreams, raised in the orchards,
Here to clean up the mess of these polluck penned poets,
They were only searching for solace

My Dearest Luna

#poetry #sad #life #thoughts

Tupelo May 2015

Women

She is a library,
I say this because it is hard
to compare her to anything else,
Inside her walls lies story after story,
Knowledge that is wise far beyond her years,
She is a beauty,
one that will belong to no one but her own,
Sometimes she will lend me parts of herself,
Books I will treat as such,
which if anything is not my own,
I will hold her spine dear,
Careful not to damage the pages
Drink her words, let them sit in the pit of stomach,
She will call back for the borrowed parts
These temporary treasures,
I will carry close to my chest
And cherish every word

#poetry #life #thoughts