i don't hate you
i wish i did
your words tear apart my mind
and mutilate my thoughts
until darkness creeps back in
i want to hate you
but we've been through too much
i try not to
but i still care
i still wonder how you're doing
i want to hate you
after everything you've done
but no amount of screaming, tears,
dirty looks or passive aggressive poems
will make things the way they were before
See the mountains shrouded in mist,
These low lying clouds wanting to be kissed
By the unsettling beauties
Performing their duties
Trying not to be missed.
On those peaks rest blankets of snow
Covering more than clouds know
The roads must abide
On this mountainside
Like the rivers long ago.
And like a river, it splits down the way
Do I aim for the top so far away?
Or stay on the ground
With hardly a sound
Beside the trees and sway?
But of course, I’ll aim for the sky
Silky blue sheet where the heavens lie
I won’t stop and fail
Behind a hazy veil
And say I couldn’t even try.
On that winding path I follow
Finding people filled with sorrow
They had enough
When the going got tough
Wishing for a better tomorrow.
The troubled souls shed sadness to me
Despite the fact that I am free
Of dramatic woes,
Threatening foes,
And thoughts of things to be.
Trudging forward despite the pain
The mourning clouds reply with rain
But I mustn’t veer
From my goal, now so clear
For there is much to be gained.
Unable to see too far ahead
My mind fills with awe, not with dread
For life’s an adventure
And I’m in the center
Of a story yet to be read.
3/3/12
© MDC
I don't want success. I want significance. I yearn to touch everyone. Explore their deepest fears, darkest secrets, most passionate desires, and beautiful weaknesses. My heart cries to save us all. I can't live for science. For math. For facts. I live to watch you breathe while you sleep. I live to stroke your spine and reassure you that it will all be okay. I live to trace your scars with my fingertips and leave my swirling prints on your skin forever. I live to give you hope for the present and future even though the past still glimmers menacingly behind your eyes and threatens to tear you apart. You are imperfect, and to me, you couldn't be more perfect. You have a purpose. You are beautiful because you don't believe it. I want you to know I love your every flaw. I love your every failure. I will go to the end of the world to rekindle your inner fire, and that is all I need. Now I know that success will never make me whole. I only crave to kiss your wounds and make You whole again. I ache for you to understand you are significant and I want to touch your life in an invaluable way that resonates in your dreams, thoughts, and hopes. I am intelligent, but that will die along with my appearance and worldly accumulations. What will survive? What will distinguish me in this infinite circle of life- ominous and inescapable? I live to discover my purpose. I will fight to save you from a mortal fate six feet under, and that alone will save me. It is the greatest thing I could ever ask for.
Darkness will fall but we will not. I always thought my most destructive fault was my obsession with fixing the broken, but now I know it is my only chance to overcome the monotonous pattern of life and death.
A million thoughts going through her head.
Like a million fireflies, flickering in and out and flying every which way.
Its like they're trying to get out of this sick little head.
But she won't let them go, they're needed to keep her sick,
to keep her stuck.
They throw themselves against the walls of they're prison, trying to escape.
The girl held fast, and would keep holding.
Fore if she let go of those fireflies the world would have to play they're wicked little games.
So she'll take the knife and plunge it into her soul.
So those wicked little things can never escape.
What is equality?
But an eight letter word,
Shot down by pathetic attempt to make it real.
What is used?
Who can stop the ominously eerie sky from encroaching on a one beautiful legend?
Left behind to face dispair,
Constant thoughts and motions releasing explicit actions and words for the world to see.
Gaze upon the broken,
Push the weak,
Stomp on the hopeless.
Watch them break and shatter one last time.
Disintegrating dust gets lost in the wind,
Slowly moving to the back of a faded memory.
Just another face lost to the long forgotten sorrow.
You are my lover,like a father--
But I will never be your wife
And I will never be your daughter.
I am the skeleton locked in the closet
While you sit together, Sunday brunch
With sweet smiles and shared laughs
Over sentiments I will never be part of.
Family man with a happy home,
Why are you unfulfilled?
Lay with her at night, but your
Thoughts are with me, and night-time
Dreams will bring our lust to your quiet bed.
You love her, I know, but
Where once floods of passion brought you
To embrace has trickled to a slow and
Steady river, and visions flash in your mind
Of wandering between between soft, young
Thighs, where pleasure is welcomed
Readily between smooth legs.
One last moment of freedom, rebellion and
Youth before all has fleeted and
Feeble mind and feeble body receive
No coy flattery or passing glance.
You are just a man, it's true;
and all men fall to the right woman.
The ghost of Townes
Does haunt and taunt me
To try to write my best
But as he said you can't
Trying to do it is a process
He does taunt me in jest
The ghost of Townes
Haunts my thoughts
He was the best
In peace he rests
I wrote a poem on a bus
about me
and you
and what used to be us
while driving through downtown Paris
meanwhile
you were back at home
wrapped around her
and your mind
empty of thoughts of me
so I guess
nothing has really changed
I'm still wasting my time pining over you
and you still couldn't care less
despite the miles between us
Her wings are gold but silver lined
Her eyes greeted us as she would glide
The curses rose from every soul
From every heart left cleansed inside
Watch her in her grace and glory
As her beauty tells a story
Of her life of purity
Raining hope and slowly pouring
Roses are red
But violets are blue
If I were to lose her what would I do?
Thoughts in my head
Cycled through and through
This world abused her and blinded she flew
Away and depressed
The pain has still grown
And I was impressed, the restraint she’d shown
Yet she has been blessed
With a seed of hope
And again one day she will come home.
Hello, my name is,
a girl who doesn't know what to do.
I have teared eyes,
I have stained clothes.
Bloodied wrists,
and tangled thoughts.
Hello, my name is,
a girl who will love you too soon.
Everyone leaves me,
yet I will hang onto you,
with pleading eyes and broken hands.
Hello, my name is,
a girl who keeps silent.
No one listens to my thoughts,
so I don't speak them.
Hello, my name is,
a girl with a million secrets.
I'll curve my lips into a false smile,
I'll pull down my sleeves and wipe away the tears.
I'll keep my love for you hidden away in a locked jar,
with the key a million miles far.
Hello, my name is,
me.
I may be broken,
I may be sad.
But pull up my sleeves,
look into my eyes,
tell me you love me,
and give me love.
Pick up the pieces,
glue them together,
fix me once,
fix me forever.
