STILLER WATERS

Love is a form of socially acceptable insanity.

Place them in an institution.

White walls enclosing in fast.

Time will heal what the insanity has brought fourth.

But the scars will never fade. 

Why do we desire it?

Hold my hand when we fall asleep.

Forget the world,

the far east.

Tell me I’m beautiful, for the first time.

Tell me you love me, despite the reality.

That you dream of me, more often than the rest.

How could you? 

Do to her, what was done to m...

“Dried Out”

When a rose can no longer stand

straight on its own,

You dangle it; bottoms up,

to preserve its beauty.

                            At what cost?...

I do not dare to share my secrets

when she is shining at her fullest

for fear that her light

will only expose my darkness

if time is the currency we use

to value how special someone is

making it,

sharing it,

and spending it...

you must've been the poorest man on earth

and I the richest

I could sew a quilt

out of all the red flags I let slide.

It could cover a pool and keep it warm,

safe,

on the coldest day

of the harshest winter.

Woven with a myriad of materials,

scattered with repeating patterns.

I could sew a quilt...

out of...