Rainbow colors square dance upon the wall
sharing the soft, low tone of my song
Your heavy eyes surrender and you crawl
into my lap -- secure where you belong
I brush your hair and notice the lighter
shades of sunshine that have settled on you
Within deepened dreams, your smile grows brighter
You drift off into places filled with blue
skies that feel like happiness in your hands,
new grass that is green from vigilant care,
Tulips that waited to bloom on demand
feeling spring's warm touch, under fresh clean air
I watch you sleep --suddenly, you look small
in the reflection of the colored wall
Monday, March 31, 2008
Real Tears
You have hurt me
mostly because
a little girl's tears
in a fictional story
move you more
than the real ones
falling from my eyes
right before you
mostly because
a little girl's tears
in a fictional story
move you more
than the real ones
falling from my eyes
right before you
Warped
You really think
I ask for the world
though I deserve it
All I have begged you for
is a postcard sized
replica of a small
warped, spinning globe
I ask for the world
though I deserve it
All I have begged you for
is a postcard sized
replica of a small
warped, spinning globe
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Accidental Tourist
I caught someone's eye today
not at all on purpose
literally by accident
But unlike you...
He did not run...
He did not look away
He did not hesitate
or question me
It left me feeling dazed
I don't want anyone else
My love is not some phase
But it gave me saddened pause
because
There was a time
three years ago
you were that brave
not at all on purpose
literally by accident
But unlike you...
He did not run...
He did not look away
He did not hesitate
or question me
It left me feeling dazed
I don't want anyone else
My love is not some phase
But it gave me saddened pause
because
There was a time
three years ago
you were that brave
Keep Me Close
You think it is so easy
for me to be this vulnerable
and whisper softly
keep me close
Full of doubts and trust
I risk the hope again
that this time you will
just hold me all day
But the span of minutes
between each of your silences
tells a different story
Nothing has changed
for me to be this vulnerable
and whisper softly
keep me close
Full of doubts and trust
I risk the hope again
that this time you will
just hold me all day
But the span of minutes
between each of your silences
tells a different story
Nothing has changed
To Do Without
To do without something
is a shiny medal
upon your chest
A constant reminder of
surviving great loss
and facing loneliness
But to do without me
is the biggest mistake
You will have lived through
until it's too late
is a shiny medal
upon your chest
A constant reminder of
surviving great loss
and facing loneliness
But to do without me
is the biggest mistake
You will have lived through
until it's too late
Restrained
I'm standing behind
this crystal glass cage
having aged an hour
behind you once more
And your joke
about the only thing
that can keep us apart
a restraining order
is in full effect
Unfortunately you don't need
strict laws and boundaries
to keep you away from me
just a few beautiful hours
of real intimacy
this crystal glass cage
having aged an hour
behind you once more
And your joke
about the only thing
that can keep us apart
a restraining order
is in full effect
Unfortunately you don't need
strict laws and boundaries
to keep you away from me
just a few beautiful hours
of real intimacy
Saturday, March 29, 2008
Naked Under The Blue
Standing naked, freezing in the light
staring up at the empty, cloudless blue
I am blinded by my hindsight
and know I cannot wipe the unclear view
Of what was done, all that was said
so now I stand in the very place
Where we could have permanently changed
the strategically mapped egos that mislead
our faith filled hearts lost, astray
staring up at the empty, cloudless blue
I am blinded by my hindsight
and know I cannot wipe the unclear view
Of what was done, all that was said
so now I stand in the very place
Where we could have permanently changed
the strategically mapped egos that mislead
our faith filled hearts lost, astray
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Between Walls
Gently running my hands
along fabrics that never spoke
of the love and happiness shared
between the walls of every room
and against some under the moon
I drop to my knees. I weep and shake
cradling the very heartache
that borders each memory
of a time and place
no longer the same
because you aren't here with me
and you will never be
along fabrics that never spoke
of the love and happiness shared
between the walls of every room
and against some under the moon
I drop to my knees. I weep and shake
cradling the very heartache
that borders each memory
of a time and place
no longer the same
because you aren't here with me
and you will never be
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Lifetimes
She surrounds herself
with freshly cut flowers
But spends most nights
awake for hours
rearranging their stems
to her dissatisfaction
She dreams of
writing beside a lake
near her modest home
and dearest love
but fears it will take
lifetimes she doesn't have
lifetimes she hasn't lived
never to find out
it could have been with him
with freshly cut flowers
But spends most nights
awake for hours
rearranging their stems
to her dissatisfaction
She dreams of
writing beside a lake
near her modest home
and dearest love
but fears it will take
lifetimes she doesn't have
lifetimes she hasn't lived
never to find out
it could have been with him
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Quiet Advice
A sleepy angel
in the corner of my room
whispered softly,
Go home soon
even if for a little while
You will breathe again
You will find your smile
in the corner of my room
whispered softly,
Go home soon
even if for a little while
You will breathe again
You will find your smile
Prolific
Because life creates
constant poetry
Every moment
is comforting
addicting
inspiring
But you listening
to my numerous
silent thoughts
And noticing there
is more than one
infects me with
untiring motivation
and more poetry
constant poetry
Every moment
is comforting
addicting
inspiring
But you listening
to my numerous
silent thoughts
And noticing there
is more than one
infects me with
untiring motivation
and more poetry
Too Close
My skin is itching from lying too low
I hide here unsafe among these green nails
Though knives cutting into my flesh might show
The unsightly blood --a slow, painful trail
Of these thoughts too dark to be shared with you
Of cryptic prose uncomfortable to read
Of human heartache admitted by few
Of truths you couldn't begin to conceive
I won't make a sound, nor feel the sharp blades
Slicing my soul into two separate wholes
The part that is yours will have to remain
Alone in a place where you can't console
The memories bleeding out fresh, deep wounds
From dreaming in grass too close to the moon
I hide here unsafe among these green nails
Though knives cutting into my flesh might show
The unsightly blood --a slow, painful trail
Of these thoughts too dark to be shared with you
Of cryptic prose uncomfortable to read
Of human heartache admitted by few
Of truths you couldn't begin to conceive
I won't make a sound, nor feel the sharp blades
Slicing my soul into two separate wholes
The part that is yours will have to remain
Alone in a place where you can't console
The memories bleeding out fresh, deep wounds
From dreaming in grass too close to the moon
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Saturday, March 22, 2008
Friday, March 21, 2008
Invisible Shoes
I miss
the silver compass
you placed in my hand before
It lead me to the tiny breadcrumbs
you purposely scattered all over the floor
During those long, dark, unsettled, restless nights
you roamed aimlessly, or with purpose through open doors
And now you wipe away the traces -- invisible shoes leave no more
evidence we are growing closer; proof that we will never make it home
the silver compass
you placed in my hand before
It lead me to the tiny breadcrumbs
you purposely scattered all over the floor
During those long, dark, unsettled, restless nights
you roamed aimlessly, or with purpose through open doors
And now you wipe away the traces -- invisible shoes leave no more
evidence we are growing closer; proof that we will never make it home
Horoscope
Shattered glass!
Detoured past?
Music only half explains
the pain I'm hiding
Rain turned to sun
he's already gone
Responding to someone
more inviting
My horoscope predicts
April will be exciting...
Detoured past?
Music only half explains
the pain I'm hiding
Rain turned to sun
he's already gone
Responding to someone
more inviting
My horoscope predicts
April will be exciting...
Separated Seams
I did laundry tonight and my back really hurts!
Emotional weights are knocking me down
to the ground where we lay on a cold earth
beneath those stars that shined no midnight sounds.
The ones we used to make when we first touched;
The sighs that broke the heavens in our dreams
are divided into parts (jagged cuts):
eventually -- everything -- separates ---
at -- the -- seams, and no memory can mend
The threads of time that brought us simple peace.
Instead, we become worn, broken and bent
at the halfway point between folds and crease.
Lines that should have been ironed with more care
Are ignored, unnoticed by too much wear.
Emotional weights are knocking me down
to the ground where we lay on a cold earth
beneath those stars that shined no midnight sounds.
The ones we used to make when we first touched;
The sighs that broke the heavens in our dreams
are divided into parts (jagged cuts):
eventually -- everything -- separates ---
at -- the -- seams, and no memory can mend
The threads of time that brought us simple peace.
Instead, we become worn, broken and bent
at the halfway point between folds and crease.
Lines that should have been ironed with more care
Are ignored, unnoticed by too much wear.
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Losing Hope
I reached into
my bag of wishes
to sustain me
for one more night
To my horror
there was a hole
in the bottom
and my hope
was nowhere in sight
I quickly glanced down
thinking, praying
it had landed below
but after searching for hours
I came up empty handed
and so
I tossed the black bag
with the hole
into a nearby tin
comforted that
if my loss was found
someone else's hope
could begin
my bag of wishes
to sustain me
for one more night
To my horror
there was a hole
in the bottom
and my hope
was nowhere in sight
I quickly glanced down
thinking, praying
it had landed below
but after searching for hours
I came up empty handed
and so
I tossed the black bag
with the hole
into a nearby tin
comforted that
if my loss was found
someone else's hope
could begin
Sink or Swim
My heart sank
when I said those words
true as they may be
I left them swimming
around in your head
ironically to keep you
afloat with me
when I said those words
true as they may be
I left them swimming
around in your head
ironically to keep you
afloat with me
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
What You Don't See
You call yourself
a best friend to me
but only accept
what you want to see
I came to you softly
with pure honesty
just asking for you
to please help me
Understand things in a way
that will help us too
but all you hear
is how I blame you
and you know deep down
that simply isn't true
But you take the quiet way out
when you don't know what to do
And the silence grows
into songs for my tears
duplicated inconsistency
for my consistent fears
of you and your indifference
after so many years
of trying to be close to you
without being near
I couldn't do this
to someone I love
I even repented
for taking your love
for granted today
And you brush that aside
sweep it into your ego
instead of out of your pride
I can predict tonight
how hard I will land
it happens every time
I reach out for your hand
The harsh goodnight
and the stubborn stare
When you told me only days ago
you would kneel and keep kneeling
until you felt the prayer
a best friend to me
but only accept
what you want to see
I came to you softly
with pure honesty
just asking for you
to please help me
Understand things in a way
that will help us too
but all you hear
is how I blame you
and you know deep down
that simply isn't true
But you take the quiet way out
when you don't know what to do
And the silence grows
into songs for my tears
duplicated inconsistency
for my consistent fears
of you and your indifference
after so many years
of trying to be close to you
without being near
I couldn't do this
to someone I love
I even repented
for taking your love
for granted today
And you brush that aside
sweep it into your ego
instead of out of your pride
I can predict tonight
how hard I will land
it happens every time
I reach out for your hand
The harsh goodnight
and the stubborn stare
When you told me only days ago
you would kneel and keep kneeling
until you felt the prayer
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Proxy
Right now, I wish I had
a cologne soaked shirt
the scent of you
mixed with memories of us
to wrap my arms
tightly around --
An out of town proxy?
You are impossible to replace
Instead, I lie back
and remember how
your skin warms instantly
infected by passion
the very moment we embrace
a cologne soaked shirt
the scent of you
mixed with memories of us
to wrap my arms
tightly around --
An out of town proxy?
You are impossible to replace
Instead, I lie back
and remember how
your skin warms instantly
infected by passion
the very moment we embrace
What I Can't Give You
Past the coming storm in another home
A feverish discomfort rests in you
Your body is weakened, your mind alone
I curse my hands for what I can't give you
An ice cold cloth upon your sweating brow
A massage upon your aching shoulders
A song to send you into evening clouds
Where dreams guard your sleep like watchful soldiers
Complain and whine into my patient ear
When you are restless, ill, I love you more
I try to transcend this life over here
To stay at the foot of your bed before
You lay your head down to shut out the pain
I'm here with you listening to the rain.
A feverish discomfort rests in you
Your body is weakened, your mind alone
I curse my hands for what I can't give you
An ice cold cloth upon your sweating brow
A massage upon your aching shoulders
A song to send you into evening clouds
Where dreams guard your sleep like watchful soldiers
Complain and whine into my patient ear
When you are restless, ill, I love you more
I try to transcend this life over here
To stay at the foot of your bed before
You lay your head down to shut out the pain
I'm here with you listening to the rain.
Love Awaits
Scent of coming rain
Fall to knees as if to pray
Thunder deafens words
You defy distance
Sending the wind to soothe me
Sky begins to move
Clouds become dark signs
Shapes of past, present, future
Rain falls like sweet grace
Taste your forgiveness
Water cleanses my sharp tongue
Reconcile our hearts
Love awaits like spring reborn
Tiny blooms appear
Fall to knees as if to pray
Thunder deafens words
You defy distance
Sending the wind to soothe me
Sky begins to move
Clouds become dark signs
Shapes of past, present, future
Rain falls like sweet grace
Taste your forgiveness
Water cleanses my sharp tongue
Reconcile our hearts
Love awaits like spring reborn
Tiny blooms appear
Monday, March 17, 2008
Comparison
I have nowhere to go
Your garden is blooming
but I tend to mine alone.
I have to write about it
so it won't consume me
Perhaps, I should just wait
for the earth to exhume me
with the compost.
Your garden is blooming
but I tend to mine alone.
I have to write about it
so it won't consume me
Perhaps, I should just wait
for the earth to exhume me
with the compost.
Stubborn Heart
Even the most sincere apology
will not turn you from your quiet anger.
And I have no sympathy left in me
for someone who treats me like a stranger.
In cold and sickness, health or warmth love must
calm fear, end irrationalizations.
My small, thin view threads already-worn trust.
Harsh, locked words and capitalizations
emphasize the sadness we have become;
Terrorize the dream that we were building
Justify each opposite truth, then one
by one (maybe just one) we feel guilty.
Even the delicate touch of my hand
Wont melt the ice where your stubborn heart stands.
will not turn you from your quiet anger.
And I have no sympathy left in me
for someone who treats me like a stranger.
In cold and sickness, health or warmth love must
calm fear, end irrationalizations.
My small, thin view threads already-worn trust.
Harsh, locked words and capitalizations
emphasize the sadness we have become;
Terrorize the dream that we were building
Justify each opposite truth, then one
by one (maybe just one) we feel guilty.
Even the delicate touch of my hand
Wont melt the ice where your stubborn heart stands.
Something Is Wrong With Me
Something is wrong with me
you said
I wanted reassurance
But the maximum insurance
I am allowed is unavailable
after two hours of unfinished conversation
Static misinterpretations don't count
towards credit of sincerity
And how many times did you hit redial?
Stop calling
You do not care enough about me
you said
to keep me cold and up all night
when I need to get to bed
And so these words linger today
upon my mascara stained pillow case
And yes
Something is wrong with me
you said
I wanted reassurance
But the maximum insurance
I am allowed is unavailable
after two hours of unfinished conversation
Static misinterpretations don't count
towards credit of sincerity
And how many times did you hit redial?
Stop calling
You do not care enough about me
you said
to keep me cold and up all night
when I need to get to bed
And so these words linger today
upon my mascara stained pillow case
And yes
Something is wrong with me
44th Floor
I was eager
counting the seconds until midnight
then we had our fight
and chocolate didn't seem as
forbidding or sweet
Aren't you the least bit curious
to check one last time?
my serious mind toyed with my heart
No I replied firmly
I'm simply wondering if
my heart split apart
when it hit the steel door
before or after
I jumped from the 44th floor
counting the seconds until midnight
then we had our fight
and chocolate didn't seem as
forbidding or sweet
Aren't you the least bit curious
to check one last time?
my serious mind toyed with my heart
No I replied firmly
I'm simply wondering if
my heart split apart
when it hit the steel door
before or after
I jumped from the 44th floor
Jekyll and Hyde
Fingers shake with distraction
Your Jekyll and Hyde reaction
has caused another infraction
of my already bruised by you heart
Sleep well and be well alone
or with someone else --grow old
I'll be on my final journey
to go back to the very start
Your Jekyll and Hyde reaction
has caused another infraction
of my already bruised by you heart
Sleep well and be well alone
or with someone else --grow old
I'll be on my final journey
to go back to the very start
Jugular
You are damn right
I go for the jugular
after constant lies,
sarcasm and indifference from you
I might as well assume
you have always fucked her
(That's what any normal
vampire bitch would do)
I go for the jugular
after constant lies,
sarcasm and indifference from you
I might as well assume
you have always fucked her
(That's what any normal
vampire bitch would do)
Sunday, March 16, 2008
Tender
My hands covered in soil, feeling soft earth
Resolve to nurture her life back to green
My fingers caress the decadent dirt
Tending to flower buds lately unseen
Scouring fertile hopes into their beds
Envisioning spring in bright, splendid hues
Wiping my face --were those tears or just sweat?
I could just leave them if that's what I choose
It would be wrong to abandon them now
In almost-full-bloom from hard work and care
I've resigned myself to fulfill the vow
I can't leave them to wilter in despair
Digging deep into the hard, solid core
I feel weak, and my arms have become sore
Resolve to nurture her life back to green
My fingers caress the decadent dirt
Tending to flower buds lately unseen
Scouring fertile hopes into their beds
Envisioning spring in bright, splendid hues
Wiping my face --were those tears or just sweat?
I could just leave them if that's what I choose
It would be wrong to abandon them now
In almost-full-bloom from hard work and care
I've resigned myself to fulfill the vow
I can't leave them to wilter in despair
Digging deep into the hard, solid core
I feel weak, and my arms have become sore
Honorable Mention
I'm not a little girl anymore
but I still feel crushed
Strong willed, and determined
to have your love
But it's like bringing home
a pretty drawing or two
trying desperately to share
something special made just for you
And you shove me aside
retreat to your gloom
leave my hopes in suspension
So I exit the room
Dejected, rejected by
I'll take a look ---soon.
I'm sitting here again
in emotional detention:
where I don't even have
a simple honorable mention
but I still feel crushed
Strong willed, and determined
to have your love
But it's like bringing home
a pretty drawing or two
trying desperately to share
something special made just for you
And you shove me aside
retreat to your gloom
leave my hopes in suspension
So I exit the room
Dejected, rejected by
I'll take a look ---soon.
I'm sitting here again
in emotional detention:
where I don't even have
a simple honorable mention
Hindsight
I should have jumped
Or at the very least
tricked my heart
into thinking my feet
would land firmly beside you
Or at the very least
tricked my heart
into thinking my feet
would land firmly beside you
Too Late
Your handwriting woke me
at four thirty this morning
Madly searching through boxes
I looked for the warning sign
that would point me forward
years later on a night like tonight,
begging me to turn around
and make everything right
Scrawled in permanent love
and scribbled by twists of fate
The love I was born to hold
finally came to me
but far too late
at four thirty this morning
Madly searching through boxes
I looked for the warning sign
that would point me forward
years later on a night like tonight,
begging me to turn around
and make everything right
Scrawled in permanent love
and scribbled by twists of fate
The love I was born to hold
finally came to me
but far too late
Saturday, March 15, 2008
Non-Existent
Hyacinth happiness
violet with violence
doesn't exist
inside shriveled red roses
and silent compliance
violet with violence
doesn't exist
inside shriveled red roses
and silent compliance
Puncuated
Once every month
I feel a great loss
of time and life
the potential of us
My skin aged with worry
scratched from salty tears
I'm ashen and pale
and sleepless with fear
My goals are defeated
My plans gone awry
My hope is depleted
My dream has gone to die
Staring at the blood,
I lean my head against the wall
and stifle my sigh
I've lost the perfect love
And I know you don't hear me
you never understand why
I'm so serious
Period.
I feel a great loss
of time and life
the potential of us
My skin aged with worry
scratched from salty tears
I'm ashen and pale
and sleepless with fear
My goals are defeated
My plans gone awry
My hope is depleted
My dream has gone to die
Staring at the blood,
I lean my head against the wall
and stifle my sigh
I've lost the perfect love
And I know you don't hear me
you never understand why
I'm so serious
Period.
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Puncuated
Once every month
I feel a great loss
of time and life
the potential of us
My skin aged with worry
scratched from salty tears
I'm ashen and pale
and sleepless with fear
My goals are defeated
My plans gone awry
My hope is depleted
My dream has gone to die
Staring at the blood,
I lean my head against the wall
and stifle my sigh
I've lost the perfect love
And I know you don't hear me
you never understand why
I'm so serious
Period.
I feel a great loss
of time and life
the potential of us
My skin aged with worry
scratched from salty tears
I'm ashen and pale
and sleepless with fear
My goals are defeated
My plans gone awry
My hope is depleted
My dream has gone to die
Staring at the blood,
I lean my head against the wall
and stifle my sigh
I've lost the perfect love
And I know you don't hear me
you never understand why
I'm so serious
Period.
Guardian
My soft hands
glide over your soul
like warmth over heat
covering you with sleep
Something that creeps in
Taking hold of your senses
gripping onto your emotions
covering them in suspended depth
retreats for the moment –
This moment that I hold you
so close to your hope
Transcending every venue
of depression and confusion
My lips land gently
upon your worried brow
smoothing away
the unruly wrinkles of sorrow
and healing those wounds
that have temporarily left
their reputable bloody disdain
on your possible tomorrows
Breathing in the late night air
exhaling cool dreams
into your mind
and upon your fevered heart
with a silence only given
never wasted
while two are apart
Bringing your strength in…
I will hold you high above the night
Fending off your pain
I will win your fights
he's too many miles away
but so near to you
While you rest
I will stay beside you
I will do my best
glide over your soul
like warmth over heat
covering you with sleep
Something that creeps in
Taking hold of your senses
gripping onto your emotions
covering them in suspended depth
retreats for the moment –
This moment that I hold you
so close to your hope
Transcending every venue
of depression and confusion
My lips land gently
upon your worried brow
smoothing away
the unruly wrinkles of sorrow
and healing those wounds
that have temporarily left
their reputable bloody disdain
on your possible tomorrows
Breathing in the late night air
exhaling cool dreams
into your mind
and upon your fevered heart
with a silence only given
never wasted
while two are apart
Bringing your strength in…
I will hold you high above the night
Fending off your pain
I will win your fights
he's too many miles away
but so near to you
While you rest
I will stay beside you
I will do my best
Running
It's too dark tonight to run from this mess
But music has set the tone for escape
I want to feel pain inside of my chest
While stronger strides pronate the course we made
My heart falters -- an attack seems to be
A welcomed answer to losing this stress
Of figuring out a new path for me
To take me away -- but I must confess
The distance I've permanently conquered
Brought severe pain to my muscles of faith
In those future roads now under water
Unknown, less traveled paths I'll have to take
I'm running but life is ahead of me
Eversing my faith in our destiny
But music has set the tone for escape
I want to feel pain inside of my chest
While stronger strides pronate the course we made
My heart falters -- an attack seems to be
A welcomed answer to losing this stress
Of figuring out a new path for me
To take me away -- but I must confess
The distance I've permanently conquered
Brought severe pain to my muscles of faith
In those future roads now under water
Unknown, less traveled paths I'll have to take
I'm running but life is ahead of me
Eversing my faith in our destiny
Finish Line
I linger in the doorway
rediscovering the desire
to climb up on you
straddle my thighs
across you
leaning over you
squeezing slightly
to balance my body
over your still frame
Letting out heavy sighs
as the sweat begins
to tease my skin
from the natural highs
and those deeper sighs
Pushing each other
further and faster
over invisible lines
near before and after
My legs become weak
but my will is in sync
with your obvious intention
to wear me out
so that you can cross
the finish line
And now
you are covered in cold
winter has kept you
hidden, unused, unwanted
decorated in icicles
But I still have memories
of riding you often
racing and winning
with you
my bicycle
rediscovering the desire
to climb up on you
straddle my thighs
across you
leaning over you
squeezing slightly
to balance my body
over your still frame
Letting out heavy sighs
as the sweat begins
to tease my skin
from the natural highs
and those deeper sighs
Pushing each other
further and faster
over invisible lines
near before and after
My legs become weak
but my will is in sync
with your obvious intention
to wear me out
so that you can cross
the finish line
And now
you are covered in cold
winter has kept you
hidden, unused, unwanted
decorated in icicles
But I still have memories
of riding you often
racing and winning
with you
my bicycle
Music Reminds Me
Music reminds me
half of my life
dies in the day
a tired, old soul
Dreaming of ways -
ways to lay quietly
inside of your arms
before I grow cold
Believe in our love
and pray for the time
that you will be here
and you will be mine
Half of my laugh
is part of your smile
the distance between us
disappears for awhile
Music reminds me
tomorrow concedes
a new chance to hold you
a lifetime to breathe
half of my life
dies in the day
a tired, old soul
Dreaming of ways -
ways to lay quietly
inside of your arms
before I grow cold
Believe in our love
and pray for the time
that you will be here
and you will be mine
Half of my laugh
is part of your smile
the distance between us
disappears for awhile
Music reminds me
tomorrow concedes
a new chance to hold you
a lifetime to breathe
Name (Response)
Allow the identity
to slip from your tongue,
and find resolution
in hearing your name
But intimacy lies
where fear comes undone
And losing seems inevitable
at the end of the game
to slip from your tongue,
and find resolution
in hearing your name
But intimacy lies
where fear comes undone
And losing seems inevitable
at the end of the game
Friday, March 14, 2008
The Road
Echoes of footprints retreat in my mind
As you walk towards the life you cannot live
Rainstorms cannot heal these overgrown vines
The sun burned their blooms off; they cannot give
Sweet memories of warmth in ancient summers
Only winter in masks and cold disguised
As free fallen hopes destroyed by others
Who have traveled this road on the outside
Of a chance to reinvent the present
Life or the future that will set us free
But no echo will ripen the descent
Of twisted roots coiled around our feet
I return to the road and search for marks
You had erased long ago in the dark
As you walk towards the life you cannot live
Rainstorms cannot heal these overgrown vines
The sun burned their blooms off; they cannot give
Sweet memories of warmth in ancient summers
Only winter in masks and cold disguised
As free fallen hopes destroyed by others
Who have traveled this road on the outside
Of a chance to reinvent the present
Life or the future that will set us free
But no echo will ripen the descent
Of twisted roots coiled around our feet
I return to the road and search for marks
You had erased long ago in the dark
Stolen
Ice melting slowly
I lean into you
whirpools of water
everything feels new
Mixed with my drink
lustful liquids combine
as they crash into the glass
I’m reinventing time
Stirring them, moving them
motions near the prize
around a ripe, red cherry
your hand upon my thigh
I’m listening to your story
but begin to plan and think
How your mouth curves slightly
How I taste you as you speak
Your hand upon my back
My body feels desire
You lead me out the door
a rising, climbing fire
Subtle, misty rain
falling into your kiss
Night shields us from the lights
I’m blinded from the bliss
Sighing from your touch
hypnotized poetry on my flesh
I disappear into your soul
like winter steals heat from breath
I lean into you
whirpools of water
everything feels new
Mixed with my drink
lustful liquids combine
as they crash into the glass
I’m reinventing time
Stirring them, moving them
motions near the prize
around a ripe, red cherry
your hand upon my thigh
I’m listening to your story
but begin to plan and think
How your mouth curves slightly
How I taste you as you speak
Your hand upon my back
My body feels desire
You lead me out the door
a rising, climbing fire
Subtle, misty rain
falling into your kiss
Night shields us from the lights
I’m blinded from the bliss
Sighing from your touch
hypnotized poetry on my flesh
I disappear into your soul
like winter steals heat from breath
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Bio
White picket fence without a door
A rose buried in permanent frost
Poetry, music, rain, children and more
Shopped for love, regardless of cost
Born on Monday, holding my breath
I inhaled life and exhaled death
*Author's Note: David challenged a number of us to write our life's history or memoir in six words. I turned it into a six word, six line poem. If I have to follow the given rules -the first line is my answer...
Milestone
There are some days
when I see how far you have come
Despite what people think they know
about you
and frequently tell me
Because I never dreamed
I'd see the day
when you would pick up your fork
minus my cue
and eat all of your beef vermicelli
when I see how far you have come
Despite what people think they know
about you
and frequently tell me
Because I never dreamed
I'd see the day
when you would pick up your fork
minus my cue
and eat all of your beef vermicelli
Unselfish
As long as you sleep
As long as you eat
As long as you breathe
As long as you dream
As long as you sleep
You are fine
Trick question:
Be careful...
Think hard...
How am I?
As long as you eat
As long as you breathe
As long as you dream
As long as you sleep
You are fine
Trick question:
Be careful...
Think hard...
How am I?
Hot and Cold
Sober notes of sickness swirl in the bowl
Water cleansing sadness doesn't save me
Sleepy dreams in your head cast me a fool
And tonight's chilled air fuels the coming freeze
Echos of small breath start and stop with coughs
That match my broken air in size and sound
Fever climbs too high --sanity is lost
Exhausted minds melt and fall to the ground
Hot and cold, cold and hot bring too much change
My body (and heart) cannot readjust
To unstable waves of comfort and pain
Close the door behind you. Leave if you must.
The cure for my illness is always you
I grow worse as you ignore what to do
Water cleansing sadness doesn't save me
Sleepy dreams in your head cast me a fool
And tonight's chilled air fuels the coming freeze
Echos of small breath start and stop with coughs
That match my broken air in size and sound
Fever climbs too high --sanity is lost
Exhausted minds melt and fall to the ground
Hot and cold, cold and hot bring too much change
My body (and heart) cannot readjust
To unstable waves of comfort and pain
Close the door behind you. Leave if you must.
The cure for my illness is always you
I grow worse as you ignore what to do
Monday, March 10, 2008
Sunday, March 9, 2008
The Lull
The Lull is made for
after holiday sales
post-move give aways
starving artist's involuntary haitus
and the quiet before the storm
Not for lovers who
have touched sigh to sigh
vowed to make a change
promised to make it work
in response to the warning sign
posted on the door
after holiday sales
post-move give aways
starving artist's involuntary haitus
and the quiet before the storm
Not for lovers who
have touched sigh to sigh
vowed to make a change
promised to make it work
in response to the warning sign
posted on the door
Venom
I am a wounded animal
cornered in her dark, dirty cage
infected by love's bite
I just couldn't win him
But I feel the simmering rage
and the desire to break free
spitting blood from my heart
and his venom...
cornered in her dark, dirty cage
infected by love's bite
I just couldn't win him
But I feel the simmering rage
and the desire to break free
spitting blood from my heart
and his venom...
Changing Heart, Fading Glow
You haven't changed
but your tired heart
has rearranged its priorities
I'm waiting in detention again
while it wavers its position
on our definition of love
Communication between us
feels like a hand touching
a cooling stove
wanting to feel the burn
just to know
there is something there
besides a dying spark,
hope for warmth,
and a fading glow
but your tired heart
has rearranged its priorities
I'm waiting in detention again
while it wavers its position
on our definition of love
Communication between us
feels like a hand touching
a cooling stove
wanting to feel the burn
just to know
there is something there
besides a dying spark,
hope for warmth,
and a fading glow
Friday, March 7, 2008
Worst Times
Fridays and evenings are the hardest ones
They mark an end to whatever could be
For the next few hours, days, years to come
They sum up our impossiblity
A positive song could make me stop and
Take your hand to place it over my heart
Feel that life? It's a gift, a choice we can
Stare into the wall or break it apart
I can't lay my head down or find my dreams
When you aren't against me, warming my sleep
I drown in wakefulness and the bed seems
To hold me under like waves of cold sheets
These are the worst times of my days and nights
When I'm living a life that's not quite right
They mark an end to whatever could be
For the next few hours, days, years to come
They sum up our impossiblity
A positive song could make me stop and
Take your hand to place it over my heart
Feel that life? It's a gift, a choice we can
Stare into the wall or break it apart
I can't lay my head down or find my dreams
When you aren't against me, warming my sleep
I drown in wakefulness and the bed seems
To hold me under like waves of cold sheets
These are the worst times of my days and nights
When I'm living a life that's not quite right
Thursday, March 6, 2008
Buttons
I stood under water that cleansed your skin
And inhaled the air you once shared with me
When brushing my hair, I felt you again
Stroking my weary head so tenderly
Buttons on my blouse flashbacked to the day
We stood lips to lips bodies intertwined
Exploring each other in every way
Like a poet finds his soul in a rhyme
And fabrics fell loosely around our feet
Our bodies followed the threads to the floor
Sighs, sweat, souls set on eternal repeat
We let go of ourselves behind locked doors
These thoughts return me to the way we were
But I've been defeated by where we are
And inhaled the air you once shared with me
When brushing my hair, I felt you again
Stroking my weary head so tenderly
Buttons on my blouse flashbacked to the day
We stood lips to lips bodies intertwined
Exploring each other in every way
Like a poet finds his soul in a rhyme
And fabrics fell loosely around our feet
Our bodies followed the threads to the floor
Sighs, sweat, souls set on eternal repeat
We let go of ourselves behind locked doors
These thoughts return me to the way we were
But I've been defeated by where we are
Naked In Paradise
Adam,
the next time
you want to taste
the sweetness of that fruit
Picture that vile snake
to be the rope
around your neck
suffocating you
after your first
and only satisfying bite
And
Eve,
the next time
you have the apple
in your greedy little hand
Spread the rumor
there is a worm
inside of it
so we can all
hang out together
naked in paradise
the next time
you want to taste
the sweetness of that fruit
Picture that vile snake
to be the rope
around your neck
suffocating you
after your first
and only satisfying bite
And
Eve,
the next time
you have the apple
in your greedy little hand
Spread the rumor
there is a worm
inside of it
so we can all
hang out together
naked in paradise
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
Gethsemane
My garden is cold and no feast will resume
Though winds will be colder than I had dreamed
Raising up an anguish like death exhumed
I sob and wail through my Gethsemane
You have me now --broken and defeated
I fall at your feet to reach for your hand
My soul escaped, my heart has retreated
Rejected by love and hope once again
Hold me, just hold me close to your scars
Remind me my pain is nothing to yours
I feel I have not journeyed very far
Beyond these mirrored walls disguised as doors
Olive leaves shrivel from their trees in fear
My eyes don't see, but my heart feels you near
Though winds will be colder than I had dreamed
Raising up an anguish like death exhumed
I sob and wail through my Gethsemane
You have me now --broken and defeated
I fall at your feet to reach for your hand
My soul escaped, my heart has retreated
Rejected by love and hope once again
Hold me, just hold me close to your scars
Remind me my pain is nothing to yours
I feel I have not journeyed very far
Beyond these mirrored walls disguised as doors
Olive leaves shrivel from their trees in fear
My eyes don't see, but my heart feels you near
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
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