Still vocalizing, moving, our beings stay alive,
If we were to suffer or find pause,
Together we would not grow. Then, I should die.
Ode to our arms,
And open hands to call forward
If it’s been years, months, weeks,
What do you say, after so long?
So, begin, bring warmth
Like the first trickle of spring waters from the mountain,
We swam, watched, nourished, & grew
By it’s side, and seasonally it will freeze
And still be back.
So bodies hold, it’s natural to know.
I’m thankful for voice,
Our speech, diction, shared mannerisms
Carrying across the boarders, down coast, over streets
Even with the aid of electronic pigeons,
Still, I’m thankful
Because then, you’re almost near
We’ve said goodbye
But the very cement around us gained permanence
Of a forest, our promise grows,
Its words, that assures them of what to be.
Anticipation, want, delight
For just moonlight or raven wings
Swaying, swooping, falling
Upon my vision and past my hand
Still, in two senses I’m reminded
You are breathing, my lungs are swelling
Here, as if pulses still doubled
Wrapped in this ink & silver cloak.
Will never unravel, this thing time cannot ****
I’ll sing praises,
Go everywhere to my altar,
All systems function, during this ode to “still”
For it’s now, I hold
Till you return.
Dec 3, 2010
Dec 3, 2010 at 3:26 PM UTC
The trouble with my day,
Is I was thinking of you
When I woke up alone
Wondered where you slept and,
How awake and renewed
Treasuring embraces might feel.
And my tea is a dilemma
As I’ve broke the mug
From when my lips could touch yours
But I savor the warmth,
You’re on my mind,
Troubling.
We used to rant about school
And now couples pass me
I don’t care what that might be like,
If I held hands in school,
It wouldn’t be you.
That’s the problem.
Class always brings tangents,
But the only equation
I know,
Is i<3 u
Call me a nerd,
Though if I was smart,
A diligent geek,
I would’ve stayed out of this trouble.
Then,
In the last hours of my day,
I don’t want to watch the sunset
Because I always found the sky most beautiful
When the brightness didn’t hurt,
Reflected in your eyes.
The comfort of my day,
Is I was thinking about you
My sheets, wrapped in memories
Sharing promises over long distances
Comforting, my soul’s solid.
And the herbs like magic are moments
Alone, I was toasting my fortune,
I didn’t even know loving you was ahead of me.
Calming, I didn’t know.
Dec 3, 2010
Dec 3, 2010 at 3:25 PM UTC
We brushed into each other,
Excuse me, I don't want to be a bother,
Pacing & shuffling side to side
Don't mind me,
As my heart speeds up.
My hands will shake or sweat,
When, apologies, I touch yours
Placing fingertips on my hips,
Will you flick me aside
Or decide we're right, right here
Swallowing my tongue,
Dragged down by those butterflies,
Darted eyes wont say either
I didn't mean to seem pleased,
Tripping, trembling down this road,
When, was this an accident, your lips met mine.
Don't mind me,
Excuse me,
Apologies,
I'm falling a little for you.
Dec 3, 2010
Dec 3, 2010 at 3:23 PM UTC
And I should be in bed,
Not wanting to sit outside.
Shivering,
Soaking,
Slipping,
Further from sleep.
Tracing questions and thoughts
In the pavement
Below me,
That I shouldn't want
Beneath my feet.
Maybe if I was walking,
Moving
Would be getting by,
Making changes,
Making up my mind.
To walk away,
Not looking out my window
With surprise at the orange lights
I think, really, they're streetlamps
Bringing people home
But, I think they're candles,
Imagining lighting each one
Different prayers-
A hope
We'll be together.
I shouldn't be waking.
I shouldn't be writing.
Even to erase the lines,
Wondering about the depths of your eyes.
Not asking for the rain,
To feel cold enough
To need any arms
Anything
Anyone,
Not just your embrace,
To keep me warm.
I shouldn't be wanting
Anything but rest, alone.
Sep 7, 2010
Sep 7, 2010 at 9:43 PM UTC
I'm sorry I didn't kiss you
didn't hold you
your hands,
kissing their smooth digits,
then praising the perfect symmetry your eyes found.
I'm sorry for every oppertunity.
I'm sorry it all piled up,
and we got lost.
I'm sorry I couldn't speak,
voicing every desire to help,
each protective urge,
each measure to go to.
I'm sorry I couldn't even cry.
sorry for shutting down, as you slipped out of
my life.
I'm sorry for being a problem,
I'm sorry for the fuss of giving up.
I'm not
sorry for being on the street corner it started,
I'm sorry being here's a memory now.
Aug 28, 2010
Aug 28, 2010 at 10:56 PM UTC
The texts needed to be answered at 3 am and
The feeling after expressing held back tears,
after being awake long enough to run out of wants, needs, or ideas when the sun rises.
Her mother's opinion of an art career.
What to do once dumped.
The criticism of her performance,
the things still desired when surrounded by friends.
After the best surprise possible, the words to be said.
Her unhappy thoughts while swimming; clean, free, and away.
What the whole world meant,
compared to lying in his arms.
The silent space of comfort and neutrality in conversation,
and after the crush fades,
peace and acceptance of naive emotions passed.
What it's like to need,
Only comprehension, without action.
Emotions I could possibly hide from you, somewhere between it all.
Aug 28, 2010
Aug 28, 2010 at 10:48 PM UTC
Like trying to slip quietly through a house;
Don’t be disturbed and please don’t remark.
Small steps, not to wake even a mouse,
Slipping out a window into the dark,
Cautiously, I think of you- infatuated?
Or in this night, and others, is there more?
Do you too, and should I feel elated?
My heart (and feelings) - Like silencing a squeaking door.
This new chance flutters, and wishes to be stated,
So unsure, I’m moving on an eggshell floor
Love is a song with effort and guitar,
Maybe you’d hear it if I waited.
Until I feel free and right to explore,
While now the music would sound bizarre.
May 28, 2010
May 28, 2010 at 11:42 PM UTC
You’ve held my hand, across grass, sand, all
And now, I could write with happenstances about sun shine
But, you held my heart across spring to fall.
With bricks & mortar from independence I should build a wall,
Put the reasons I should forget, all in a line.
(Be that as it may) You’ve held my hand, across grass, sand, all,
Clutching my pencil, fiddling, fumbling, I stall.
Maybe my dull sense will away, and I’ll be fine
But, you held my- heart, across spring to fall.
For now I’ll give up! I’m lacing boots in the hall,
I can’t go anywhere! Every encircling finds me at this pine
See, you held my hand across grass, sand, all.
In the moon, the shape of your eyes, by the shore, o enthralls
Pushing to the page, supplies unprepared, stories won’t even be mine.
And still, you held my heart across spring to fall.
Throwing pages, crossing out, crossing, erasing evidence of this thrall
I want them to pull close like curled embers, in a new design
You’ve held my hand across grass, sand, all
But, you held my heart across spring to fall.
May 24, 2010
May 24, 2010 at 4:02 PM UTC
Flexing wings
Are they leathery or gleaming,
Fitting a cherub
Or a demon?
Stretching, ready to take flight
Offering transition,
Or leaving behind
Leading to choices
If belief is there
Watch them,
Wide & powerful
Scaly & dark
Unfolding
Belonging to what being?
One to accept with conviction
Or to fearfully withdraw from
Another contrasts,
Delicate & glimmering
Elegant & ornate
Fascinating
With a quiet flutter
Could be a fairy, must be heavenly
Only leading to glory
Stirring thoughts
Of nothing, but safety
Strange & tempting landscapes
From vast cliffs to lush fields
Which a paradise, where’s the desert lie?
Is each defined,
In it’s options?
Taking a leap
Allowing for learning
With every moment
A risk well calculated?
Or naivety soaring
False hope taking delightful turns
A surprise excitement
May 23, 2010
May 23, 2010 at 4:39 PM UTC
I’m sorry
I’m not sorry
I wish you were
Here,
The best,
If I could go back
And forget regret
Cloak
Of night
Moon drapes
And in light
Summer
On my face
Snatched phrases
Long
Powerful
Monologues
Or my mind’s film reel
Mermaids
Savoring the tempest
Begging for sand
Sound slips
As dust in wind
And theater curtains
Framing cynic
Tragedy
Comedy
Irony
Serendipity
In a pulse
Taking leaps
Brooms
Hovercraft
Soft lips
Anyone
Just one
Somebody
I’m tired
I’m awake
Breathe
Remember to
May 23, 2010
May 23, 2010 at 4:39 PM UTC