There is an infinite awareness
That each of my days are littered with the past
Bogged down in the sludge of regrets
The fine mist of mistakes coat my hands
As I push through each day
The only relief is the realization of self worth
That is lost in the tides of life
cc033012
Apr 11, 2019
Apr 11, 2019 at 1:53 AM UTC
I break against the shore of your heart
White caps riding my waves
Endlessly, I reach for you
Apr 11, 2019
Apr 11, 2019 at 1:42 AM UTC
A vast forest of green
Through sleepy eyes as I look
Copper spots of intrigue
You are mine, I whisper
Brillant crinkles in the corners
You are mine, I whisper
Lazy smiles of content
Slowing beats of life
You are mine, I whisper
Oceans of blue closing softly
A blinking story with no words
I am yours
I am yours
cc032219
Apr 11, 2019
Apr 11, 2019 at 1:29 AM UTC
Sometimes this place is too much
Sometimes, it's me that's too much
The frantic frenetic overwhelms
With all I want to do
Sitting quietly waiting
My life is two disparate sides
Fast paced immediate
Slow and silent
One day it will be okay
Today was okay though
Sometimes, I'm okay too
cc030319
Apr 11, 2019
Apr 11, 2019 at 1:22 AM UTC
Finders find and the founders await
The dark fears and the light blinds
Shadows abound as the dark gathers
Life greys in feathers of light
Dusk is here and night renews
Dawn will come with the world anew
Clean away what the light has seared
All is not light as the dark views
cc013119
Apr 11, 2019
Apr 11, 2019 at 1:17 AM UTC
Stretched out limbs reaching for more
Loose lengths of heated skin lined against
Tangled waves in tightening hands
Staccato breaths in long exhales
A brush
A rub
A grind against
Pounding heart with furtive cries
A whisper
A touch
A fueled need
Loose lengths and mussed up sheets
cc012219
Apr 11, 2019
Apr 11, 2019 at 12:50 AM UTC
Run girl as fast as you can
The serpents are out
And the knot unwinds
The heat unclothes
And the sun stretches long
Run girl as fast as you can
Before the bite and the light
Both bring you down
cc012219
Jan 22, 2019
Jan 22, 2019 at 11:33 PM UTC
Like young gods walking into the arena
Raven among the serpents
Quetzalcoatl of feathers and scales
This isn't a pride
This is a pack
A generation
A coil
A nest
This den is made for power
A bed for the young to learn in the solitary world
cc012119
Jan 21, 2019
Jan 21, 2019 at 9:34 PM UTC
Wait!
Listen!
I’m sorry
I’m soft spoken in unknown crowds
And race in volumes when alone
The rushed strings of words still follow my thoughts
However strange they sound spoken aloud
Just listen
Just for a moment
My speaking follows a rhythm
There is a poem in the hurried mumbling
Tumbling and stumbling out.
I’ve lived with them for a while
We are both trapped
I use lost, nothingness, and billowing darkness
Because we are trapped there
Most lines are formed in in secret
Too many are formed in the darkest corners
Just relax, I know
But listen
Just for a bit
I stumble and race along
Each poem is me only exposed to more than me
The private thoughts leaked out to peak out
Are backed by fear of the open
The trembling hand and the shaky notes
Trip up the intention of any plans
I’m sorry
Please listen
Just for a bit
cc011219
Jan 12, 2019
Jan 12, 2019 at 10:26 PM UTC
There is desperation in youth
Each heartache and heartbreak crushing
In its overture of need
The petals of broken hearts litter the floors
In the wind of longing cries
Pieces are glued back on
Cries become sighs of what was then
Until the next time the heart is wrenched and wrung
Youth despair and keep going
Despite the thoughts of what it was
cc012012
Jan 12, 2019
Jan 12, 2019 at 10:09 PM UTC