i think i have written this before
i know i will think it again, again
when...
do those classy ladies
with hepburn smiles and frowns
get close enough
to give a chance for a say
in the whole matter of
tugging a sliver of heart out
every time they walk away
and the worst part of it all
is when they do come near
and it is finally made known
that they think and dream just the same
making me love them all the more
beauty is skin deep,
any further and you scratch something
utterly unknowable to the wearer
so how could one hope
to ever know the nature
of those classy hepburn ladies
just know they wonder
how you keep so chipper
a mess can be beautiful:
dreams are a perfection
and we are moving in.
Jan 1, 2012
Jan 1, 2012 at 7:17 PM UTC
when the years pass with only a change in date
and the last thing you said to a friend
was how wonderful their christmas card seemed
after four seasons of no words to speak of
the time has come, when the sunset falls short
of waking you each morning as it used to
if your teens are gone, and your twenties rolling
have the best years been lived out too?
and the first and best love is all you have ever had
and you hide from life behind your idea of living
but you are bitter and know it, feel there is no change
other than to move, to go, to see, to feel differently.
Jan 1, 2012
Jan 1, 2012 at 7:15 PM UTC
that one blanket kind of cold
where you’re afraid to move
lest the seal be broken.
and the pores are soaking in
the lack of body heat
laying next to you tonight
yesterday. tomorrow.
Mar 9, 2011
Mar 9, 2011 at 5:43 AM UTC
The Earth frees itself from Winter;
The roots of ice slowly release.
A promise of mercy fulfilled -
Yet the land remains cold and dark.
Brown grass of Fall's chill peeking through;
Sun's warmth still blocked by the damp, cold.
Earth's Winter scars come into light:
The ice burns of the cruel cold.
The thaw guarantees no healing;
Spring must come, and with it her growth.
Gray still looms; the sun, slow to rise,
Stirs, awakens, tears still cold. Alone.
Winter, she's pulling back by now;
The wounded Earth still wincing, pained.
He will heal, he must thaw somehow,
But Winter's scars run deep. Remain.
Feb 15, 2011
Feb 15, 2011 at 9:17 PM UTC
im umzug & krawatte
strauss am herzen,
augen zu.
schuhe geputzt
flugkarte in tasche
grinsen.
suit and tie on
bouquet across the chest,
eyes shut.
shoes shined
plane ticket in his pocket
beaming.
*note: this poem was inspired by a student suicide on my university campus two years ago. the idea of dying with so much before oneself would not get out of my mind.
Feb 14, 2011
Feb 14, 2011 at 11:30 PM UTC
I won’t smile one smile
till I see the pain die.
But when I hear death scream
I’ll laugh till I cry.
Feb 14, 2011
Feb 14, 2011 at 11:28 PM UTC
Take my red,
Take my head.
Take my eat,
Take my see.
Take my life,
But leave my be;
It’s all I’ve got left of me.
Feb 14, 2011
Feb 14, 2011 at 11:27 PM UTC
isn’t the idea of a mortal soul
the greatest contradiction of all, ever?
what could be more immortal?
need saving less? I don’t know if I’ll
live forever, but we have eternity to find out...
Love, though, she will.
Feb 14, 2011
Feb 14, 2011 at 11:25 PM UTC
the feeling in your feet
one tucked under
tight knees, stiff back.
shoulders tensed,
head clear, eyes tired.
eyes open, lips curled,
full lungs.
Heart racing, adrenaline.
nails biting, teeth tearing.
ribs crack, muscle rips,
blood sprays, red drips.
they must die
when they jump.
knees buckle, brow
sweats, last breath.
Feb 14, 2011
Feb 14, 2011 at 11:23 PM UTC
Oversized coat
he’ll never grow into.
Pants tight at the waist
from sleeping too much.
A long time since normal
confident, awake, happy He.
The perks and flowersmith
constant, ready. Steady.
Involuntarily replacing his young
with his new old.
Sleep comes easy
in this winter’s cold.
Jan 29, 2011
Jan 29, 2011 at 3:36 PM UTC