not with dull edges
or even vibrant colors
but with a constant pull -
a craving
to breathe again,
to remember what it was
she didn't want to forget,
where just beyond her reach
was forever,
and it was enough
just to breathe again.
Nov 2, 2013
Nov 2, 2013 at 1:59 AM UTC
Darkness morphs into a sliver of light
opens on a stained glass kaleidoscope -
patterns shift, rise, fall like we did last night,
I'm in over my head. Throw me a rope.
Dangle me just at the edge, hang on tight
an empty vessel lost, if not for hope.
Secrets crash on a shore of skeletons,
bones picked clean by circumstance undone.
Jul 11, 2013
Jul 11, 2013 at 7:43 PM UTC
Coffee brewing
reminds me of your
bittersweet, coffee-tinged
kisses.
Rain beating
a steady rhythm on the roof
takes me back to those
gentle movements
when we seemed
as one
when each kiss
breathed life into the next,
every touch
was a moment
lost in you.
Now and then,
in equal parts,
your memory burns
and soothes.
Jul 9, 2013
Jul 9, 2013 at 12:36 AM UTC
I see the fire burning
feel the flames lick my body
I hear the thunderous roar
taste the acrid smoke in my lungs
I smell the rotten flesh
of compromised character
your skewed senses
melt and drip
into molten hurdles
I leap over,
running,
until I cough out your carcass.
Jul 8, 2013
Jul 8, 2013 at 4:41 PM UTC
Ideals conjured
from unrealistic dreams
shapeshift in the dark
***** in the shadows
carve indelible
wounds
on your heart,
your soul
until you realize
you're all alone
out of step
out of time.
Jul 4, 2013
Jul 4, 2013 at 3:48 AM UTC
I held on
to every golden word
that spilled from your lips
until your malfunctioning mouth
frayed my heart
and I called disconnect.
Jun 21, 2013
Jun 21, 2013 at 2:23 PM UTC
Holding onto forgotten memories
fragmented by time,
tucked away neatly at first
and then haphazardly
as if they're less important,
you revisit them like old friends,
careful not to stir any pain still
clinging to the deepest parts of you.
Even as the pieces crumble, they fall
into place like a puzzle -
the worried corner of a dream,
a water-stained wish,
distorted faces behind shattered hope.
When you sift through the remains,
not much is salvageable in the cobwebs
your mind has weaved.
May 29, 2013
May 29, 2013 at 4:37 PM UTC
Curling waves
and peacock feathers
swirl on my
tongue, move through
my blood at dizzying rates
distorted at dawn.
May 29, 2013
May 29, 2013 at 4:01 PM UTC
My
life is
so steeped in
reality
I don't even have time for fantasy.
May 29, 2013
May 29, 2013 at 3:58 PM UTC
If truth be told
wandering souls
find just what they need
if only it leads
straight to
you and me.
May 27, 2013
May 27, 2013 at 6:37 PM UTC