Curse you memories
grow new wings and fly away
follow breeze's song
Please.
Stab my heart.
I just want to feel again.
Our soft lips forgive
holding funny untouched thoughts
tightly between tears
Expressing myself
frightens untapped happiness
stolen by regret.
Liberating winds,
whispering powerful thoughts,
form roaring bubbles
Carefully shuffle
your fingers
across my scrambled,
multi-colored faces,
for the puzzling mystery
of this simple, three-dimensional complexity
anxiously waits to be solved.
Unleashing spirits,
fighting precariously,
protect the untouched.
Scratch novel ideas
into my back
exceedingly deep,
forcing
a slow eruption
of bloody,
poetic words.
Fluttering above,
mysteriously crafted,
gracing me with luck.
Unfinished sketch
in my mind
following each encounter
with carefully drawn details,
a face without expression
a body without definition
a title without "you"
grant me
the right to continue
until the colors resonate
your name
off the portraiture
Subtle openness,
crawling out of a closed mind,
feeds new ideas.
Sponge, soak me up
from the sweetest, crystal clear,
breathing in the fresh, salty, air
inhale exhale
inhale exhale
stopping
ever so softly
so pleasantly abrupt,
gazing into the horizon
and slowing down
to take in... inhale
this sweet pause. exhale
I'm sick
and tired
of patiently waiting
for you to knock on my door.
I'll leave it open
just for you.
Knock Knock
Who's Th-
...come in.
Strangulate my heart, Tear apart my chest,
\ /
squeezing, splashing drops of blood
/ \
until my last breath making me feel hope
I am sorry to bother you,
so please
ignore these words
or don't.
Who am I
to tell you what to do?
Whatever you choose to do,
know this poem has no greater cosmic meaning.
That was not its purpose.
If there is some deeper meaning,
I'm unaware of it.
I'll leave it to you to speculate.
Smile
your pain
away
my
lovely,
sobbing,
child.
Void and emptiness
/ \
encompass me like black holes, force me to pose the question,
marring perceptions. "Why do I exist?"
Mr. Sandman,
why do
convoluted,
non-linear,
temporal dimensions
force us
into irreversible choices?
