You say you miss my everything
“I crave you when I’m gone”,
You say you can’t articulate
I seek to prove you wrong
I find the book of poetry
You lent me at the start,
When ‘we’ had been a fantasy,
Before you stole my heart
This time I would read slowly
I’d savor every line,
And taste them on my fingertips
They aged just like fine wine
I am your rose and you, my sun
My light, my fire, my highs
Without you I wither,
And, with you, I rise
Oct 6, 2019
Oct 6, 2019 at 2:19 AM UTC
Disappearing like the sun
with captivating grandeur
Igniting the atmosphere
and gilding silhouettes
Gradually, then suddenly
(everything goes cold)
Fleeing from my life to leave
the bittersweet aftertaste
My soul did not burn with
The passion of anger or grief,
It stifled like a flickering flame
in the stir of his very existence
Apr 23, 2016
Apr 23, 2016 at 5:44 PM UTC
I remember smiling at the grass
on the knees of my faded jeans
And later scrubbing the smoke
out of my hair and skin before bed
That day when you patiently taught me
to throw a Frisbee across the yard
And ate peanut butter on s’mores
because we forgot to buy the chocolate
Sure it may seem insignificant
Each detail I remember so clearly
But four years later this still remains,
My residual joy from that summer
My only wish that had ever been
granted at a bonfire in July
Where 10 imperfect misfits found
They were perfectly combined
Feb 28, 2014
Feb 28, 2014 at 12:41 AM UTC
Between rough choking sobs, I cried
This Life, it moves too fast
and bad things happen
For no reason at all
Where is peace in this big mess?
My gentle father stopped and thought,
Brow furrowed for a moment
He leaned in and whispered, listen
to the chaos of nature and life
You are the world’s conductor
creating symphony from the plight
Feb 27, 2014
Feb 27, 2014 at 1:17 AM UTC
minds all get mixed jumbled
lost on these dark days
when gloomy, slate heavy
clouds hug the valley,
hush the town
in damp towel gray
tingling nerves spark
against hand's naked backs
shoulders mossy in the cold
the rain seeps down
my spine in my chest
I can feel us growing old
Dec 21, 2013
Dec 21, 2013 at 7:27 PM UTC
I'm happy when I’m surrounded
by personalities and voice
Each one full of perspective
Unopened book, an open choice
Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 8:49 PM UTC
No one will understand
What I mean when I say
That my life has changed
Since I learned to cut the crust
Off my PB&J;
But it means everything to me.
Nov 19, 2013
Nov 19, 2013 at 11:51 PM UTC
Tonight I think I will paint my thoughts
And slick black cynicism on each nail
Wondering while they dry
How many poems titled Love
Written but never finished
And how many children actually use the white crayon
In the box of 63 other choices
With a sharpener on the back
I am that ****** white crayon
And my own box of 24 wouldn't last a week
Because I always used the Sunshine Yellow
And never touched the Cornflower Blue
That transparent, cold, doctor's office blue
But I regret it now
Because I know how that **** feels
Nov 14, 2013
Nov 14, 2013 at 11:04 PM UTC
On Tuesday, my silly mind
raided its cluttered drawers
For a scrap of reason as to why
she won't deserve
a sunset hour by your side
On this or any Friday
Nov 14, 2013
Nov 14, 2013 at 10:17 PM UTC
**** you
and your pathological lies
and your manipulative flattery
and your baby blue eyes
I don't even know
what's real anymore
so, **** you.
Nov 14, 2013
Nov 14, 2013 at 1:36 AM UTC