• Pandatry commented on the post, ringtone 2 months ago

    My joy is a ringtone for your smile.
    Don’t pick up. Not all the time, at least.
    I want to feel this.

    You are a source of wonder.
    I pull scratched lottery tickets
    from my pocket and wonder
    and wonder
    and wonder
    over winning you, instead.

  • Pandatry commented on the post, other 2 months, 1 week ago

    crown like Saturn,
    rings laying claim
    to something
    I can only
    wish upon,

    a comet visiting
    every seven years.

    I still climb mountains
    to see you.

  • Pandatry commented on the post, skyline 5 months, 2 weeks ago

    Thoughts create skylines
    I try to see the stars through;
    light pollution swallows
    and burps up a moon
    you have to shield
    your eyes to see.

    It’s too artificial.

    Slow footfalls down dead streets.
    They don’t live here, anymore.
    They don’t live here, anymore.

    I count the wildflowers
    stroking past my fingers,
    and ask them of…[Read more]

  • Pandatry commented on the post, edits 6 months ago

    Maybe heartbreak
    is an edit of the soul.

    Something is considered
    polished when there is
    no longer anything to take away.

    I am soft stone, deposited
    by the sea, and maybe
    it is for the better.

    Maybe death is the final edit,
    and one’s story will be bare
    and polished – a headstone.
    Life is simply amassing the experience
    to jot…[Read more]

  • Pandatry commented on the post, railroad 6 months, 3 weeks ago

    Railroads have become compasses
    to us. We’ve never loved less
    in the valley of these mountains,
    never more outside its edge.

    I prefer meetings so brief
    they already drip nostalgia.
    When the audience swoons
    and says “maybe you’ll meet again,”
    I hope we don’t.
    It holds a stronger impact.

    Railroads are paths to us.
    I’ve been…[Read more]

  • Pandatry commented on the post, scattered 6 months, 3 weeks ago

    The champagne bottle explodes.
    We are found in sky, in the puddles;
    in the bubbles floating to die on the surface.

    But we are golden, sunshine rays
    overflowing, falling wild,
    tumbling with no concept of the impact,
    pending.

    Disappearing.

    This moment will not come again.
    These selves will metamorphose.
    This moment will not come…[Read more]

  • Pandatry commented on the post, suggest 6 months, 3 weeks ago

    Impatience suggests I move –
    move, finally move –

    my feet are making mudcastles.
    I’m practicing star-breathing.

    “Please,” I say,
    “tell the wind to come another day.
    I am so very tired.”

    I am still in the same place.
    I am still in the same place.

    I am so very tired.

  • Pandatry commented on the post, sleepless 7 months, 1 week ago

    Seattle eyes, pouring daydreams
    into the untouched coffee in a café
    where anxieties touch like connect-the-dots
    on children’s menus.

    Stir once. Twice.
    What is this?
    – It’s called life.
    Is this all there is?

    Stir once. Twice. Three times.
    Can you do it wrong?
    Why does it not feel…[Read more]

  • Pandatry commented on the post, made 11 months, 1 week ago

    smile made from gravel
    bootstop lips (damn near sinful) –
    I’m conflicted over the concept
    of ownership and love.

  • Pandatry commented on the post, reaching 1 year ago

    Glacier tracks up my spine,
    migration of sacrificial hope
    laid bare on a pyre –
    “If I give a little more,
    can I reach a little higher?”

    If I dropped a match
    the shadows would cease
    to exist, and perhaps
    I’d be reborn of the Earth
    by something other than water.

  • Pandatry commented on the post, history 1 year, 3 months ago

    I’m still static-cold terrified
    of December; she’s tapping
    her red nails on the table,
    but she’s smiling and that’s
    a good sign.

    It’s not a good sign.
    It’s never a good sign
    when she comes knocking
    at my door, exposing the snowdrift
    of her teeth, and lashing out at me,
    flashbulb blinding my eyesight as I search
    with trembling hands.…[Read more]

  • Pandatry commented on the post, tedious 1 year, 3 months ago

    My fingers are tied in knots,
    carried by the winds that intersect
    the dead end, midnight streets.
    I’m knocking on doors by throwing
    my entire body at the wood,
    splintered shoulders,
    and the porch lights don’t come on.

    The street has new tar that glues
    me to the gravel, and I’m leaving
    footprints under a dusty blue sky
    that no one will…[Read more]

  • Pandatry commented on the post, preparation 1 year, 3 months ago

    a finger prick
    of sanity before
    the wave swallows
    me whole.

    “don’t swim
    against the riptides,”
    he shouts to me,
    and we aren’t
    supposed to love
    the ships.

    anchors are distorted reality,
    but he makes me feel
    like there’s a beach
    that will take me –
    there’s a place
    I can sleep.

    he makes me feel
    like I could be…[Read more]

  • Pandatry commented on the post, handle 1 year, 3 months ago

    You break off the “handle”
    and drop it in my palms.

    You do not tell me
    what I can take.

    I want to beat you
    over the head with it,
    throw it on the pile
    of handles people have
    handed me in the past
    and create a gravesite.

    I will not visit any of you.

    You do not get to tell me
    what you think
    I should be able to take.

  • Pandatry commented on the post, single 1 year, 4 months ago

    Even numbers cannot surpass
    single digits without addition.
    I don’t want to think this, because
    I am a force of nature by myself;
    I am a puzzle, but I have all of my pieces.
    I am all I need, or should be.

    Even numbers cannot surpass
    single digits without addition.

    Evolution and the continuation
    of a species is not possible
    without…[Read more]

  • Pandatry commented on the post, dentist 1 year, 5 months ago

    Miserable people are everywhere.
    The dental hygienist sees my tattoo
    and launches off into her couple’s therapy.
    A 45 minute check up crawls
    into the skin of a toddler
    who continually stops to stare and stare.

    “what does it mean?” she’d asked.
    “it’s a reminder,” I’d tried to smile.

    Misery loves company.

  • Pandatry commented on the post, monsters 1 year, 6 months ago

    The space under
    the bed is too small;

    emerging, teeth bared,
    and searching for an ankle.

  • Pandatry commented on the post, melting 1 year, 11 months ago

    The days are matches to my skin
    and I melt like witches into a future
    that inevitably will end.

    How do I accept this?
    How do you?
    I can’t understand it,
    but maybe some
    only greet death when
    he comes knocking.

    For those of us who dance
    precariously with him
    under the moonlight
    and a bottle of liquor,
    perhaps we just want
    to…[Read more]

  • Pandatry commented on the post, tricked 2 years ago

    depression crafts this one-way mirror it only
    flicks around when I think I’ve gotten away with stealing
    happiness.

    feeling high, one leg out the window –
    swivel: reality breaks down the door
    and I’m standing in the flashlight beam,
    redhanded. “GET ON THE GROUND”
    and I have never crashed so hard.

    the tricky thing about this…[Read more]

  • Pandatry commented on the post, breakout 2 years, 1 month ago

    Death is a couch I sink into,
    sleeping life away but still waking up;
    I imagine sleeping is test driving his couch,
    in a way. But I leave his arms in the morning,
    and that’s something. That has to be something.