Had said

That watery promise made
so long ago
has trickled, spread, and dried
and all I have left
is this blurred outline
of a notion fervently agreed to
once, before.

Yes, I had said something
and yes, you had said yes,
and despite the need to forget
and hold dear
it seems no longer applicable
to even acknowledge
the yes on either end.

So let me, for one moment,
give us the escape of forgetting
promises had been made
at all.
Nothing good comes of holding on
to past water spilt;
the best we can do
is to remember
that it did, in fact,
fall.

Poetry of a black soul

The quintessential emo poem
Would sla
sh
Its li
nes
and let words
b
  l
e e
  d
down its
BOLDENED
blackened
page,
covered s
                l
                  a
                    n
                      t
                        w
                          a
                            y
                              s
by strands of wispy,
pretentious artlessness.

DEATH

Finding Percy

(To my dear friend RQ: I stole your expression! Full credit to you for Percy; and in return, this one's for you)
Finding a person who can just be
A person
When they are with you
is not easy -
Someone who spills sauce on their shirt
At dinner, someone who drops
Their keys and a text in the clumsy spaces
And corners of silence, or loneliness;
The someone who wears their identity
On their sleeve, proud to be
Themselves.
Finding these persons
Is not always easy;
Weeks may go by,
Or months -
Before you can find a someone
Happy to just to be.
I find
It's easier to find a someone true
When you are truly a someone
Too. 

write.say.

three shredded letters later and i forget what i wanted to write. or perhaps say. writing and saying is the same these days. and with each penstroke, each crossed.out afterthought, the press behind sore eyes dims into vapour and mists its way out, gentle as summer dew, warm as noon sand. and yes, all i wanted to write, or say, was that i miss you.