As I walked out one evening,
Walking down Bristol Street,
The crowds upon the pavement
Were fields of harvest wheat.
And down by the brimming river
I heard a lover sing
Under an arch of the railway:
"Love has no ending.
"I'll love you, dear, I'll love you
Till China and Africa meet,
And the river jumps over the mountain
And the salmon sing in the street,
"I'll love you till the ocean
Is folded and hung up to dry
And the seven stars go squawking
Like geese about the sky.
"The years shall run like rabbits,
For in my arms I hold
The Flower of the Ages,
And the first love of the world."
But all the clocks in the city
Began to whirr and chime:
"O let not Time deceive you,
You cannot conquer Time.
"In the burrows of the Nightmare
Where Justice naked is,
Time watches from the shadow
And coughs when you would kiss.
"In headaches and in worry
Vaguely life leaks away,
And Time will have his fancy
To-morrow or to-day.
"Into many a green valley
Drifts the appalling snow;
Time breaks the threaded dances
And the diver's brilliant bow.
"O plunge your hands in water,
Plunge them in up to the wrist;
Stare, stare in the basin
And wonder what you've missed.
"The glacier knocks in the cupboard,
The desert sighs in the bed,
And the crack in the tea-cup opens
A lane to the land of the dead.
"Where the beggars raffle the banknotes
And the Giant is enchanting to Jack,
And the Lily-white Boy is a Roarer,
And Jill goes down on her back.
"O look, look in the mirror?
O look in your distress:
Life remains a blessing
Although you cannot bless.
"O stand, stand at the window
As the tears scald and start;
You shall love your crooked neighbour
With your crooked heart."
It was late, late in the evening,
The lovers they were gone;
The clocks had ceased their chiming,
And the deep river ran on.
Jul 29, 2014
Jul 29, 2014 at 7:41 PM UTC
Up until my insomnia meets me
I lied when I said I forgot
I was scared what you'd think
If I said that I love you a lot
People have only cared for minutes
Leaving me to care for days
When I look at you all I can think
Is please don't go away
I can see me in your eyes
I dream of dreaming with you
I can trace your scars with mine
My thoughts are bleeding through:
My Talia, I know what it's like to not be seen;
what it's like to be alone in a crowded room.
For you, my star, I want you to know:
that no one shines as bright as you.
I can taste you moving on my skin.
My gasp is air you sustain.
hand in hand, under an umbrella
with you, I am safe.
May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 11:40 PM UTC
If I was a mountain
That soared towards the sky,
With craggy snow caps
And stormy grey eyes-
Then you'd be the clouds
That swaddled my peak,
That silenced my thunder
When I tried to speak.
If I was the earth
The desert, in fact:
With arid dry soil
And mud, baked and cracked-
You'd be the rain
The downpour that soothed;
The balm to my bruises,
Relief to my wounds.
If I was the Moon
In the indigo night,
With stars as my blanket
And silver; my light-
Well you'd be the Sun
Just always behind
That lent me your glow
And caused me to shine.
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 8:04 PM UTC
When you see her cry
you get a rag,
a gentle delicate cloth.
Lovingly grasp her hand
and dab its tip;
dry each tear as they come.
And ask each drop
why it'd leave
such beautiful eyes.
If she wishes
to be in the sky,
tell her to go.
Take the sun ransom,
and replace its shining
with her own.
So you can see her every morning
and wish for her
return each night.
When you see her scars
both visible and non-
touch each gently.
And remind her
that each and every hurt
she has survived,
has only made her
that much more unique;
that much stronger.
Show her that she
is a special person
and is worthy of love.
That she deserves the love
she fears to give...
show her so that
one day after you're gone
she can find the strength
to go on without you.
Tell her that while
she might not be a goddess
far above worldly desires,
that she is amazing,
for just being herself
for being that beautiful girl
who thinks herself damaged
when in truth she's just
a different kind of beautiful.
And finally, love her.
Like a boy loves a girl
Till she finally remembers
that that's what she is:
not a scar, not a goddess,
not a star. But a girl.
That deserves to be loved.
Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 7:54 PM UTC
Won't you please just let me be
Please just leave me at my own peace
Won't you please just go away
When I say leave, I don't mean stay
When I push with all my might
Do not fight back, it is not right
When I stop and start to cry
Try not to look me in the eye
Do not try to fix my life
You were not the glue, but the knife
Say goodbye and let me go
Accepting all you do not know
Apr 19, 2014
Apr 19, 2014 at 4:01 PM UTC
you played me too much
i'm worn and done with this game
sore from being dropped so much
and trying to be tamed
you used me and threw me out
like nothing more than trash
it's obvious to you i'm disgusting
like a highly contagious rash
a porcelain doll tossed around
now all that's here is broken glass
I'm useless and damaged
not a person not even half
Apr 19, 2014
Apr 19, 2014 at 4:00 PM UTC
*She entered in with great hesitation,
Carefully stepping with trepidation.
As the whirlwind spun her around,
She could feel her feet leaving the ground.
It seemed as if time was standing still,
As she dangled from that window seal.
The air grasping her holding her to a spell,
Continuing to tarry the deeper she fell.
Once she stopped to survey the damage
It took all she had to breathe and manage.
She was drained from every pore,
Bleeding out all over the floor.
Rushing to mop up the mess,
She started dissolving into nothingness.
Begging and pleading for someone to hear
That all she wanted was to be held dear.*
But her cries fell on deaf ears…
*As she cleaned up every speck of blood
Her heart was now dripping with mud.
Tears could never clear up
the stains on that broken tea cup.
When she noticed how she was shattered
She decided she could no longer help the tattered.
For they would have to find solace on their own,
Because she was now crushed to the bone.
She’s been told that broken bones heal stronger
And that maybe next time love will last longer.
But that doesn’t help the hurt felt now
Or the brokenness in her smile.*
Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 9:34 AM UTC