An Ode to The King 

We’re like peas in a pod,

with bared teeth

at every unfamiliar sight.

Small only in stature,

with a heart so loving

but willing to fight.

You have helped me through days

even the blind would call dark.

The smiles you bring

when at the squirrels

on the wall you would bark,

have helped me feel warmth

even if only a spark,

to keep this fire burning

when it seemed it to finally be out,

you’re my best friend in the world King,

I can say that without doubt.

Mom says she won’t miss you

That your shedding causes her stress.

I can see her through her bullshit

Without you, she’ll be a mess.

No more scittering nails

against the hard wood floor

The company she doesn’t know she needs

someday won’t be there anymore.

I see your fur turning white now,

your strides no longer abound.

The shade in the grass seems better

than the ball rolling on the ground.

I never want to lose you,

So I’ll pretend you’re never going to end.

But no matter what happens in this life,

King,

you’ll always be my friend.

 

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dim streetlights.

We walked the streets of some imagined imagined city.

You didn’t hold my hand. You said there was a party down the street.

I told you I didn’t want to go. That if we went we wouldn’t leave together.

You looked me in the eye and told me you didn’t need me anymore. You turned and walked away.

My subconscious knows it now.

Then why is it still so hard for me to accept?

Inspired by Neil deGrasse Tyson 

When it feels like the world 

is falling down around you,

remember

everything in nature is built to

endure the harshness of the seasons.

even the tides rise

and fall. 

over time even the coldest 

of winter days will make way 

for the blooms of spring 

and the bright shining light 

of the summer. 

when I listen to too much Fleetwood Mac

they say not to invest too much of yourself

in your possessions and instead to invest in people.

though sometimes I find it hard to believe,

at least the things you own can never leave,

while those people in which you invest

more often than not leave a hole in your chest,

She asks me

boy, why do you wear that frown?

the rock on which I used to lean

now just weighs me down.

at night it feels like my heart could bleed

so i’ll sit tight and smoke my weed.

I miss you now

but not like before.

my chest aches knowing

I have to close the door.

jack daniels, jack herer

she asked me tonight

why I’m never sober when I call. 

how could I explain to her that

 I still need that little bit of liquid courage 

every time I want to talk to the only girl 

who somehow after three years 

still makes me as nervous as 

the first time.  

lead

I stay up at night

waiting for something that 

will never come.

It’s been so long 

most nights I forget 

What exactly it is that 

I am waiting for 

But when I do 

And I think of you 

My heart feels heavy like lead

Because no longer are you beside me

in my bed

and I miss your smile

your sweet sweet voice 

that welling in my chest  

that gave me the strength 

to take on the world,

just you and me. 

one more time

  

It’s 9 PM.

Tonight I’m sleeping on
the side of a mountain with 
with the most amazing view
but for some reason I can’t stop hearing you 
tell me that it’s time for the turn in
And can’t stop myself from wanting 
to feel your body against mine, 
to smell you hair, 
to hold your hand, 
to hear that funny little laugh of yours 
just one more time. 

wanderlust

For so long                                                                                                                                                                                        I felt like I did not belong.

And then one day I realized                                                                                                                                                               I don’t belong anywhere.

That is,                                                                                                                                                                                            any one place.

For some of us will never settle.

Easily bored by the mundane,                                                                                                                                                               we constantly are left searching                                                                                                                                                           for those things in life that                                                                                                                                                                 truly make us feel alive.