20 year-old Florida native.
Student of Sociology.
Slave to creativity. Feminist. Cat-lover. Musician. Utterly enchanted by the macabre and unusual. Poet. Lyricist. Read me out loud.
The airwaves are silent, and so am I.
I just don’t know how to put him down on paper.
It’s been a really good summer. Yesterday and last night were pretty good examples of that. Island fare on Anastasia, beach day, and shots from Cazbah, this really good middle-eastern place in Jacksonville. The last picture is of the downtown skyline, taken from the interstate. Life is pretty stellar right now.
Remember when it rained caterpillars
And you made me face my fears, regardless
And the short walk seemed longer,
But better with you there?
The air conditioner with fluid on its lungs
rocks me to sleep at night with the frequency
of hummingbird wings. The occasional hiccup
as the electrical system of the house lets shift
the burden of our existence. You are never far;
even in the darkness, I can feel you until
my eyes dim and chase distance into sleep.
My bed is a blessing of poor construction.
My headboard knows the curves of your name
better than my lips, dancing tirelessly to
the rhythm of heartbeats when all is quiet.
When I told you
that I missed you,
I didn’t mean
that I missed you.
I miss you,
Who used to tell
Me her dreams.
Who used to kiss me like the world was ending.
Who used to look at me like I wasn’t nothing.
Because I don’t
Miss you most
When I’m alone in the dark.
I miss you most
When my lips are against yours,
And you’re not there
i want your sweat and blood,
your spinning head,
your gasping lungs
pure dirt and crooked smirk
the speakers boom and i’m in love,
hungry shy, and vulgar drunk
i can’t put any of this into words
that do your charms justice
i’m no good at much and i never learn
my intentions can’t be trusted
i feel warm and maladjusted
on my toes,
in the curling throes of lusting function