David Crum

David Crum May 2015

I could use someone to count on, as it is I can always count on you to let me down.
so accurate you could set your watch by it.
I'm not sure friends are what they're meant to be, I look at echoed memories of old friends and think to myself: **** they sure don't make 'em like they used to - maybe they never did.

David Crum Mar 2015

Of Secret cities, mushroom farmers, threads between them and the perfect *******.

A rainy dreary Halloween from 2006.
Candlelit late night
bedroom phone calls.
Your dream about a train ride and mushroom farmers.
My dream about hidden cities.

"I want to feed you ****** and a muscle relaxer and **** the **** out of you"

How long has it been Now?
Too long maybe, some lines are stretched too thin, through waiting and longing, love and lust and the once closest of friendships,
Stretched like Taffy till nearly gossamer strands wound meandering miles of complex life events and other unshared memories.
A too familiar voice.
Echoes of "I want you to have the perfect *******"
Spaces in conversations that would have been empty if not for the most contagious laugh I've ever heard.
One not matched before or since.

Can you live in the past and long for the future? Is it greedy to desire more of something that was already so sweet? I don't tell anyone about my dreams now. Candles sit on.the shelf primarily unlit.

There are no more secret cities.
No mushroom farmers or train rides
But there are still threads
Stretched like Taffy but woven like a tapestry.
Across time and distance.
Made of memories.
All you'd have to do Is tug on a thread.

Mar 2015

Liam Adam Scicluna

Witch Hunt

Tingling thoughts of ******,
dangling through the branches of trees
As if dread from an uncertain past;
further floats among the living effigies.

A whisper from long ago still echoes,
where people dare not put foot.
A place, where time slows
A place where men once stood.

#mystery #****** #ghosts #hunt #persecution #witch

David Crum Mar 2015

Nerf

I've been thinking. About anger and intensity. About how I can't seem.to muster any, I think I can start. It's okay to Stop nerfing myself.
Every day doesn't have to be some swamp of grey mud.
I think this.
I let myself feel it and tell myself that is okay to not blunt my own edges.
And that makes me angry. So now, what do I do with it?

David Crum Mar 2015

We are clocks

There are lines under my eyes,
not the dark circles ,though there are those.
little lines.
creating bits of ever adding wear and tear, the kind of tiny things you wouldn't notice unless you looked at a face every day.
smile lines on either side of my nose, that one grey hair in my beard.
these are ticks on a clock and there's no one to watch and pass the time with me.

David Crum Sep 2014

honestly

how are you?
I'm terrible, actually, or maybe I'm fine, I'm never quite sure what to share with people,

since sharing everything isn't even close to being an option, that's just ridiculous.
I'm left with wondering what things to give away and what to keep, but that leaves me feeling like I'm playing with my own feelings and they aren't important and I'm not being honest.
but then I've never been one hundred percent sure what honesty and sincerity is.