Poet, Playwright, Actor & Comedian.
Generally silly person.
There is a course of lonely blood running through the left side of my body I freeze in my sleep
By Katarina Tyler5 months ago in Poets
You drenched my purple heart in promises you couldn't keep you couldn't keep me my stolen spine still heavy in your hands
In The Alexandrian Hours I wait for you Time dances around my waist he is a small boy with red wings and he is always chomping on an apple
hey there little moon lady we are all just waves passing our souls back and forth And they say the ending is just a beginning but
I know how fallen and exquisite we were so I take your songs of me and dry them out drain them of color hide them in a nook
All I ever wanted was to swallow the whiskey in your throat I didn’t hear the church in your chest calling me home with a makeshift choir caroling to my spine
I remember feeling so close to something A tripping wire. A known klutz. I remember your hands the most. His are so soft.
behind my eyelids i see you waiting across the floor for me your legs bent to each side like river boats long and beckoning
Love looks like a city slicking cowboy he’ll have spurs in his eyes a soft leather tongue and palms fit to tame a horse or
Small Poems About Boys Who No Longer Think of Me 1. He told his mother I was the one and I really wish I could’ve been but the light was calling me up higher
My smokey whiskey baby something just fell into place no one told me my laughter could tell me my fate I ordered olives and a twist
with your sick dog and your slender hands in your car on the way up the volcano to your small home inland of the island
