life sentence
tense against the morning airmy machine gun breath shakes loose betweenmy sheets and my despairmy eyelashes drag acrossmy tear stained pillowwith the screech of a pulled back chairsweat drenched locks of hairpressed against my furrowed faceevery wrinkle cracked intomy skull like a hurled vasememories like allergiessicker and sicker with eachrecollected embracemelancholy melodiescollapsing from my lipslike…
summer tea
spring time is for the livingand once it’s done? i’m half drenched in summer sweathunched over my laptop, manicwhining about some distant regret bunch of backlogged dramatics but springtime was wonderfuland springtime was fun now the summer sunhas me on a losing spreewrapped up in its sweaty palmsand it’s juicing meevery drop of sweatcollectsin the…
go out there
there’s so much to love out therelike that sunshine glowpressed up like a simple glareagainst your windowbegging for you to come sharethat smile youso carefully guardthere is windrummaging the branchesof the trees in your yardthere is joyand don’t rescindbut there is also chaosand thingsthat are hardand things that forsake usbut that is how we earn…
expensive memories
we were in the city of lightsnew yorksilver buildings piercing uplike the prongs on a forkgambling money againstexperiences that fell shortbattling against a crowd of unrestin an instagram raceof sortsknowing that the value of a sunsetof coursewas only ever in seeing the colorscaress against that faceof yoursyetfor all the money we spentand value we losti…
may be depression
what is depression drenched in sweat during a session these weights are pressing me for a confession what can i say to the pale face staring back my way from the reflection what is depression when i can laugh at the function and i can find joy though often in connection to destruction every positive…
best at my worst
i think i do my most exciting writing when the sockets of my eyes sink so deep into my skull that the thoughts are just pressed from my tear drums like icing when my skin is stretched thin over my bones like cellophane on leftovers stowed deep into the belly of your fridge with the…
positano
dusk did come, one final night the sky blew up with hues red and orange like dynamite touched the ocean’s blues I’ll never forget the smell, that night salt infused with lemon juice like fruit fallen from the greatest height Amalfi keeps my heart bruised still, for all those Italian sights the one I crave…
wildflowers
do we write to be read? would I write without a reader? discard every thought unsaid leave the pages on the cedar? i think of the wildflowers along a riverbed expressing themselves in silent hours exposing their most riveting red brighter with every torrential shower just for the chance, a possible viewing the hope a…
adjourned
I don’t know.I guess it’s splendid though;the struggle hits with blinding blowsstumbled, tripped – untimely woesI spiral like kaleidoscopesbut that’s the show:try to find the slightest hopetime and time again it goes;You have to fight to take it home. And then again, again, again, in tropesinstead of ending, the rhyme reflows these things happen, but…
coastal dreams
drunk off minutespunctured limitsventure past the sun’s permissionthese are the times we burn restrictionsbeaches and pines are the cure to affliction:our stipend conditionsworking as “living”just sits in the distanceticking to riddancethis is the rhythmwe find ourselves inas sure as the glistenof light on our skinreplaced now by moon shineso silent and dimso quiet it finds…
simple pleasure
This is the simple pleasureneck deep in some nimble venturecliffs and oceans, uplifting notionsdigging up life’s gifts and treasures. This is more than enough for mebored as fuck during long ass working weeksBut once the work days ceasewe turn to the earth and seathis is where the whole word meetsall of our eyes onthe same…
this
I’ve been neglecting this resenting this craving any mention of this then forgetting this then regretting it Because I’m a desolate mess of affectionate memories pressed up against my messed up laptop keys.
click here to follow your heart
This will always be the holy grail of therapy for me Pen and pad or tapping mad on laptop keys Underneath Cloudy skies Pounding back Coffee iced Listening to Lofi Beats and hoping I can slowly seep into this poetry Read me slow like thick honey leaking from a broken seal Sweet and real Low…
till the end.
tear away my pencil point, break away the lead, confiscate my laptop, then the words will stick inside my head, you’d have to beat me twice to death, burn my skin and leave my gory, and even with my dying breath, with blood I’d pen my final story.
Anything
If I was never anything, I’d be the shiver on your skin As you dipped your fingers in This river of emotion Moating circles in the depths Of your decisions. If I was never anything, I’d be the ridges of your strings, Tied to the edges of your pretty things, Wrapped up together Fated to…
Decision
I’m constricted To these self-inflicted Restrictions, I say I’m writing romance, But I really love science-fiction. I guess I’m chasing paychecks, Or the dream thereof, And I’m worried if I trust my heart, will I make the right decision?
Author’s Fate
Hours and hours and hours pass by, The words on this page are erased and denied, I rip through each sentence, intending to refine, But the endgame is hatred: fatal and blind. I’m slaved to my words, cemented and paved to habits and urge, I’m claimless like faith that’s been shamed by its church,…
Better Than Perfect
Morning sun, open blinds, Face on chest, hands intertwined, Waking up, we take our time, I’m privy to your morning smile. She’s better than all life combined, And damn she just gets better With the pass of time, Like a classic piece of literature Or an aging wine, She’s a perfect girl, Soon a perfect…
G. Z. Kieft 