alice Inc.

singing into my heart like the old AM radio

gliding under my fingers

the warmest silk that whispers of home and glittering fire crackers

you’ve unraveled my heart strings again

they’re wound round your honeycomb words

tangled in the sheets

twirling down down

down

into the cavern opened in my stomach by your ephemeral grin

you litter the ground with your clothes and with laughter

golden drops of heaven that lilt into the corners of the room

they hang trapped in the moonlight, blanketing us from the bite of the frost and coming day

wrapped in your everlasting gaze

i quaver and see the light that accompanies the shadows. the promise of spring after the interminable gray freeze

breathless in your hands

gasping in the flood of your presence

drinking in every moment as if it could be my last

with you i am impossibly light

dancing in the throws of exuberance and joy

with you i am gloriously lost

Let me eat you up until I’m satisfied, until I bloat with your kindness and creativity.

Fill this cup that has been drained;

Give until I am satisfied.

I keen for the sweet flavor of your love, I rumble with greed over the promise of your touch

Give, give, give and I will take, take, take.

In this posture see my love, see my need.

I want your eyes that I might see myself as you see me.

Surrender your hands that I might hold this form you grasp with reverence.

Lend me your heart, so I can love this soul I see no redemption in.

Give yourself to me that I might be whole,

Let me meet the one you see in my heart.

Give, give, give and let me take, take, take.

Give,

Until you’re gone.

my shift key is broken, what a little shi(f)t.

saying goodbye to someone hurts, but sometimes staying with them hurts more. being stuck in the grayness of ‘is this my issues speaking’ or ‘are there things i truly need to address about this situation’. then it begs the question of whether or not its actually worth it in the end.

senior year continues to daunt and inspire. i’ve come to so many first lasts that at any moment i feel like i could cry but my mental health must employ some bomb ass super glue cuz im holding it together somehow

coffee houses continue to stress. im currently on about 1/3 of the set list;

earth angel by the penguins

lost boy by ruth b

the moon song by karen o

bennie and the jets by elton john

same drugs by chance the rapper

I want to be a child

When joys were simple and enough

“It’s not about IQ,

it’s about I WILL.

It’s not about being smart,