You're warmer than amber and bolder you gleam,
You're as soft as my summers and sweet as my streams.
The lands of my youth and the Frazier turn black,
but for times that we spent there, I'll always go back.
Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 3:37 AM UTC
I am the two tailed Comet.
I am the high and Low.
I am a wretch and Dragon.
I am a ghost of glee and Woe.
I am the perfect lover.
Who smiles with perfect eyes.
I am the imperfect lover.
Who's smile's a disguise.
I am the best at kindness.
I dream up fantastic dates.
I am, at best, the kindest.
But it seems my days come late.
I am your Master and your keeper;
Who pets you on your knees.
I am the crippled *****
Who's rotted with disease.
But every side, both Green and Purple,
Shares a hue of deepest blue.
Every one of them is hurtful.
And hurts that it hurt you.
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 4:02 AM UTC
I have a ring for you.
It's snug and not too small.
You could stand within, if you wanted.
Just to try it out.....for a little while.
I'll trace it around you again on the pavement in thick chalk.
A bright scribbled line. A boarder. A castle.
I lean down. And start to dig. Until my hands bleed and the pavement gives way.
I'll lift the very earth beneath you and carry you away. For you were meant for daisies and better things.
This means I love you, in my language.
You are my breath, and I'm going to stay here and breath deeply.
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 6:49 AM UTC
I'm fed up with your ten cent love.
I'm not fed up with trying.
Don't want more promises to lift me up.
I won't leave without rising.
when all you do is drag me down,
But I will hold you safe.
the earth has swallowed me whole and,
My arms were all your space.
you can't save me now,
Now I refuse to face it.
I'm fed up with your ten cent love,
Then it's overdue I change it.
Empty dinner tables, refill my cup,
I'll pour you shared-sip tea,
I can't wait at this bar alone another hour,
Then leave, and wait with me.
I can't watch my heart crumble anymore,
I hold it safe and patch it,
So pack up your bags and go with the wind,
I won't, but I will catch it.
to where ever wind should take you,
I think it's blowing north.
Don't make it bleed more than it has to,
My blood will run it's course.
Because I'm dying anyway, and my soul
is at the bottom,
**I won't let you fade away, and my hands
will break the coffin**
of a jar of pennies I'll use till sunset
to get me by
**You can tell that we're not done yet,
By the blood red tears I cry.**
Don't make me beg, don't throw another dime
in my direction, don't try to buy something that
you cannot afford
**I would never let our house of time,
Or familiy collapse.
The final word.**
Sep 27, 2014
Sep 27, 2014 at 7:00 AM UTC
Soft Rabbit Paws,
Curling like waves.
Spring Delights.
Sep 19, 2014
Sep 19, 2014 at 6:14 PM UTC
Your voice is my favorite song.
Your scent is my favorite meal.
Your touch is my favorite vacation.
These are tired truths. And in some ways, those are deepest.
Sep 10, 2014
Sep 10, 2014 at 5:25 AM UTC
It's midnight and I love you.
In two hours, I will tuck you.
In one sleep, I will kiss you, with lips thankful, strong, and warm.
In two sleeps, I will guard you, 'gainst the rising summer storm.
In three sleeps, I will claim you, and never mar your skin again.
In three weeks, I will change who, you thought was in your Man.
I've spent four years in mourning, and eleven months in dread,
While the sliver sword of Damocles, dangles over my head.
I haven't slept enough or stayed consistent, falling on my heels,
But I've wept enough, and stay insistent, that my love is real.
I'm not selfish, I'm just sorry.
Like a blackfish pair upon the tide,
We're hurting cause the world just doesn't care what is inside.
I'm with you till the end, and then I'll carry you through the dark.
I love you, I love you, I love you.
I love you. Your heartbeat is my art.
Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 4:00 AM UTC
Do you ever feel that voice?
On the edge of your subconscious,
That haunts your every choice,
And stings when you're not honest.
Not a Demon or an Angel,
To sit perched upon your shoulder,
To make you act unfaithful,
Or to turn a new leaf over.
It doesn't ask for Victory,
Fame, or *** or Wealth.
It's a deep internal liturgy,
That demands you Know Yourself.
For when you tell that single lie,
That 3 jellybeans is 4,
You've opened up a wound inside,
And can never shut the door.
Our voices are not voices.
Stop talking to yourself.
A subtle sign of your insanity,
When it only says, "Farewell."
Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 11:17 PM UTC
There once was a Rabbit who lived by a stream,
She supper-ed on salads and drank up my dreams.
She fed on the promises painted with oils,
But salad like dreams in the long winter spoiled.
Princess, I need you; you know where we've been,
I must dress you and press you and rub you down clean.
You are that girl, Rabbit, who sits among Royals,
You live as my breath, and this life's mortal coil.
She rolls in the plover and soft grasses green,
The Willow folk watch her, they laugh and they lean,
Then it's off to the garden, and therein to toil,
Pluck out Four Carrots and set them to boil.
A soft little life is all that we both need,
You're an end to my wandering, my suffering, my greed.
Apr 10, 2014
Apr 10, 2014 at 12:39 AM UTC
I went and kissed her cheeks.
They taste of tears and my own lies.
I talk, wager, promise, preach.
And ramble; While she dies.
Jan 10, 2014
Jan 10, 2014 at 6:58 PM UTC