Some like to call it the edge
The event horizon over which we peer into our own personal voids of
Emptiness, darkness, nothingness.
Gravity so strong no thought escapes
Stare too deep and you drown type rifts.
I’ve always thought it more like standing on train tracks
Watching the 8 am express race the sun
Barreling towards you
Closer and closer
Faster and faster
Stopping abruptly inches from your face.
Everything stops.
Wind, water, wings
All frozen in time as perfect statues of themselves.
You dare not move.
Existence could ripple through the air and set into motion a chain of events
That culminates with you painting the underside of 22 cars.
But standing still is just as disastrous.
At any time time may catch up with itself
And that train may catch up with you.
So there you stand
Motionless, breathless, soulless,
Staring down iron and steel,
Somehow trapped beyond the laws of man and reality
Contemplating the consequences of your next impulse.
Meanwhile,
The train has already hit you.
Your friends and family have arrived at the scene
And begun taking care of you
The way paramedics do for broken people,
Gently.
Somehow you survived
But that train took a part of you with it.
Every morning is the same,
8 AM
Suspended in time between the tracks
Staring down fate
Daring yourself to move
Because for some reason,
In your mind,
That train still hasn’t hit you yet
And today
Is another chance
To get out of the way.
-A letter to myself from the other side
Aug 6, 2017
Aug 6, 2017 at 4:53 PM UTC
It's strange just how strong loss can make you
How deep into hell it can take you
How hard all that pain tries to break you
Having no other place to escape to
And yet somehow we still make it through
It's strange just how strong loss can make you
May 6, 2013
May 6, 2013 at 12:48 AM UTC
Clutch engaged, shift into first
Quick, before the pain gets worse
Cruise through second, move to third
Flew right past without a word
Skipping four, go straight to five
To see if I am still alive
And maybe if I get to six,
I'll be way past your foolish tricks
Feb 11, 2013
Feb 11, 2013 at 9:51 PM UTC
Tender lips, slender hips
Bright red painted fingertips
Glide to where her dress unzips
And slowly she begins to strip.
He feels his heart begin to skip
He didn't fall for her, he tripped
Yet somehow he would lose his grip
Whenever she would dance...
Feb 11, 2013
Feb 11, 2013 at 9:50 PM UTC
I miss the Summer's rain on my face
Replaced by frigid drops of Winter's scorn.
Seasons change as torn sheets, erratic and rigid,
Become soft and delicate, yet no less unpredictable
And I realize
Everything is different, but nothing changes.
Nov 5, 2012
Nov 5, 2012 at 4:41 PM UTC
The beautiful thing about poetry is
that though it's unannounced,
you know the meter of the words
and how they are pronounced
May 20, 2012
May 20, 2012 at 1:58 AM UTC
The early morning's bitter cold
reminds me that my soul's been sold
for frigid winds I cannot feel,
without you here, nothing is real
May 20, 2012
May 20, 2012 at 1:55 AM UTC
There was a lonely starfish
who sat upon the shore,
he spent all his days dreaming
of life on the ocean floor.
So as the day grew longer
and the starfish began to dry,
he couldn't help but think
how much he wished to die.
But before he gave up hope
and the sun had turned to red,
he looked up towards the heavens
frowned to God and said,
"Lord you left me alone,
you took me from the sea.
I thought you loved me God,
why would you leave me?"
"My child," God responded,
"I'm always by your side,
but do not fret my son
it's nothing but low tide."
May 20, 2012
May 20, 2012 at 1:52 AM UTC
My mind and heart wage eternal war
over which control my actions,
my heart resembles an open door
and my mind calculates in fractions.
My heart makes a decision
unbound by the restraints of before,
but my mind is full of suspicion
and banishes the thought forevermore.
This endless battle blinds my sight
confusion, saint or sinner?
Neither going down without a fight
and neither one a winner.
In the end I decide who wins the exchanges
because war, she never changes.
May 20, 2012
May 20, 2012 at 1:51 AM UTC
Star light, Star bright
first star in the dead of night
how I wish with all my might
that you'd come down and give me sight.
Show me why my soul's ablaze
from pitch black nights to darker days
from frigid shoulders to a lovers gaze
I'm dying to hear that three word phrase.
My world's a mess but I'm slowly learning
my body aches, my heart is yearning
hell, I can feel my essence burning
but like the earth I'll keep on turning
May 20, 2012
May 20, 2012 at 1:49 AM UTC