I used
To wake up
And feel for the cold spot
On the pillow
To cool down
From your body
And the heat that wrapped around me
Like your arms
I could never
Wait too long
Before burrowing back in
But now
I wake up
And the cold spot
On the pillow
Has become
The entire bed.
Oct 20, 2018
Oct 20, 2018 at 8:37 AM UTC
We burn too bright
We meet
We fall
We kiss
We love
A whirlwind burst
An intense intent
We drift
We fight
We cry
We leave
The burning fire
Is quenched.
Oct 18, 2018
Oct 18, 2018 at 6:23 PM UTC
You make my life feel like a movie
A transition piece
Sitting on your bed by candlelight
In your hockey shirt
With smooth jazz on old style records
My legs on yours
Nose to nose
A lightly brushed thigh
Your lips pressed firm on mine
If this were a movie
I'd rewind this scene
And pause
Forever
Oct 18, 2018
Oct 18, 2018 at 5:48 PM UTC
Fix it up with duct tape
Staple it right back
From where he comes, destruction goes
A brazen, bold attack
Gather it together now
Sew along the seam
You should have known that this would be
More nightmare than a dream
Shake the fog that's in your brain
And open up your eyes
You saw this from the very start
So why are you surprised?
Sep 28, 2018
Sep 28, 2018 at 5:29 AM UTC
She fizzles in the drops
But
He's sparks, he's fire and flame
She rekindles bit by bit
And he's delightfully to blame.
Jan 23, 2018
Jan 23, 2018 at 6:15 PM UTC
How strange it is
This comfortable sorrow
Sinking between the pages words awash around you
These heart-holding hands that fill your chest to empty
A lovely sort of sadness in others' words
Like a soft blanket atop a feather pillow
Yet in a bed
Where one side is left bare and empty
Jan 15, 2018
Jan 15, 2018 at 3:49 PM UTC
Hope is a bubble (no feathers)
It comes from deep within
It sits, it rises, it waits, it grows
It stretches very thin.
It ignites and it kindles,
It blushes like embers
Constantly notices
Always remembers
Hope is a bubble (no feathers)
It doesn't sing the song
With or without the words or the tune
Hope is never wrong.
It waits and it wonders,
It tosses and turns
Never goes out
Eternally burns.
Hope is a bubble (no feathers)
And even if misplaced
It always awakes and runs back to your side
Whatever the battle faced.
Hope is a bubble (no feathers)
Hope is always there.
Somebody looks out for you.
Yes, out there,
Some
Body
Cares
Jan 9, 2018
Jan 9, 2018 at 6:40 PM UTC
You touch me
That electric spark that fizzes upon my skin - a tingling dance that sharpens the mind
Dazzlingly clear for a fleeting second
Until the fog descends
Pleasant haze and hooded eyes
Lips
Whispering
Brushing
Pulling at mine
Silent murmurs
We can't
We shouldn't
But we know we will
We descend.
Jan 9, 2018
Jan 9, 2018 at 6:01 PM UTC
Sometimes i love him in the quiet way
In sighing smiles and stolen glances
Quickly stopping when he turns his face
Fleeting fondness and sheer delight in all he does, unnoticed
Sometimes I love him with symphony and sound
Exclamation and blurted promises
Urgent kisses and grasping hands
Laughter, words and shaking heads
I didn't want this
I wouldn't
I couldn't
But now
He comes within all that I do
And the days without
Are so
l
o
n
g
Jan 9, 2018
Jan 9, 2018 at 5:55 PM UTC
The grey and dismal darkness
Is all the eye can see
Broken glass and dimly lit
The world has come to be
The marble steps and winding stairs
Have all but been replaced
With the crouching, shivering bodies
Of our own human race
A time where all that matters
Is rising to the top
Nobody seems to question
If the cruelty will stop
The end goal in tunnel vision
Seems utopian, well-sought
Yet outside the narrow viewpoint
Cast aside without a thought
When people fail to notice
The destruction in their wake
When people seem to never give
Quite just what they take
When other humans come to be
Nothing but a stair
On which to rise on your ascent
It cant be branded “fair”
Since birth our parents tell us
Its important to be kind
But even their examples, oft
Do not keep that in mind
“You’ll always come out the one on top,
If you treat all others just.”
The mantra that they tell us
Is a lie that shatters trust
Looking all around these days
At those who run the land
Of those who hold any power
In the places where they stand
So few get there on merit
“Good” seems to always fail
In favour of a harsh approach
A sadly, common tale
The pure appear to only be
So that they can be used
An example of all that’s labelled “weak”
A guide on how to lose
When did we let it get this way?
Do people even notice?
It’s so commonplace and expected now
Even the media doesn’t show this
With those we choose to run the world
Companies, even families too
Becoming so much more bereft
Of the values we once held true
The Utopian societies of long ago
The longed for “classic” form
Held greatness, community and good health
As the healthy, desired norm
Yet it seems we’ve gone astray somewhere
We’ve wandered from the path
The world in which we live today
Is cruel, crazy, daft
The buildings turned to ruin
The sunlight that once streamed
Seems unattainable, as though it was
Just a wistful, fictional dream
The world has fallen to darkness
Who knows what we’ve become?
But sometimes if you’re lucky
You’ll stumble upon someone
One of the very few that are left
Wandering, hurt by the sights
Of the cruelty, injustice and discord
Of the never-ending nights
A little orb of brightness
That carry the rarest hope
These people with their flickering lights
Can help you to try to cope
Their flame may not be enough to rid
The entire world of wrong
But they work quietly and with promise
And maybe before long
Enough wanderers among our race
May find their own lights kindled
And just as how the stars connect
Until the inky sky has dwindled
An epidemic of encouragement
The beginning of an end
Can help to turn it all around
To try to make amends
Its discouraging when its only you
You begin to feel alone
But if you listen to the silence
You can hear its murmuring tone
Perhaps we shouldn’t falter
Be too quick to just give in
Perhaps one day we might just find
A way for “right” to win
The only thing that we can do
Is hold these people close
The ones who carry on this light
Are the ones who matter most
Sometimes they come out of the blue
And jump into your life
And fill your heart and head with light
Where darkness once was rife
These strange yet superb people
Are sometimes all you need
To ignite your own diminished light
And teach you how to breathe
It may not seem like all that much
But its enough on which to lay
Our dreams of a better tomorrow
Which I know we’ll see someday.
Dec 4, 2017
Dec 4, 2017 at 8:06 PM UTC