…that come up, early mornings.
You never know what the weather’ll be.
Tag Archives: boston
Twilight’s are gray
March 19, 2009 – 5:54 am
this is the way out
February 1, 2009 – 2:34 pm
still moments stolen from you, thoughts you never saw
coming. the quiet, creeping along the edges like the little things
you whispered in cool breaths; faded ghosts, dissipating sounds
upwards and away, a hazy sheen broken. between inhalations
you see clearly, i’m standing across from you.
…in the background, the cars pass by.
and shouting.
December 5, 2008 – 7:30 pm
i told you, the moments you were breathing
were empty, left alone in spots
and colors. the greatest things you ever said
never told anything worth knowing except
the little things. you whispered, they said
everything.
settling is the lingering i wait for, never wanting
November 30, 2008 – 9:45 pm
i always waver on rainy days.
and blow in wind, like the seasons i see changing, outside my window. i hide inside the horrible weather, watching it pass by my eyes, eased by the comfort of disquiet.
There is something in this sweltering
October 26, 2008 – 10:55 am
…cold.
Something in this luscious dark. There is something, undefinable. Lost in the between, slipping between words and slept-off intentions. Something gone, like clouds and stormy weather swirling in circles, breathing gold. There is something palpable, and touchable, lost in clear skies that follow the darkest nights–tempests revealed in the clouds and cool breeze that pass [...]
We Are The Poets
September 29, 2008 – 6:26 pm
The introspective and the self-aware. The ones who know change and write it, who write change and know it. But we are writing nothing, or at least I am. Because these words catch in our throats, caught like leaves falling matted to the streets beneath skies threatening rain (The clouds are the [...]
Lets find ourselves wandering:
September 15, 2008 – 3:13 am
Tonight’s good for that.
It’s breathless, and husky, and lush. Thick with billowing warm air. If this were October, it’d be cold, but it’s not. So tonight’s warm and the air is October-weather breaking, wanting. You could feel where the cold would come from, but it’s not there, and I’m just lost for ideas, wandering beneath [...]
Emo Kids Wear White
September 9, 2008 – 3:13 am
I wear gray.
And tell you the answers through parted lips, sifting through secrets like they were nights in summer–long and drawn out; hot, sticky with sweat, and memorable.
After we had passed each other, I was walking along the avenue chasing your shadow.
in the dead of night
December 5, 2007 – 1:40 am
…we come out to play.
And after the lights come back, the wind roars as if to let us know where we stand.
in this night
December 2, 2007 – 2:16 am
i lay in the forgetting of a Boston skyline, remembering the dark as the quiet passes over me. And in this night, I can’t help but want to relinquish the days we’ll never have again, while I watch my breath fade in the remnants of stars.
If I were on the hood of a car, [...]