Why would I?
Why should I?
Why could I?
Why would I crawl back into that thorn bush?
Why should I travel back in time to have it hurt again?
Why could I be a superhero?
Well, because that thorn bush has roses.
And traveling back in time and experiencing that pain would be better than the pain of today.
And well, because, I'd look **** good in a cape.
But why would there be roses on a thorn bush?
And why should I still have to go through pain?
And why could I pull of a cape so dashingly?
Well, because there's beauty in beasts.
Pain is never-ending.
And well, I've been my own superhero for quite sometime.
Would I show it?
Should I show it?
Could I show it?
No.
And it's better that way.
May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 3:36 PM UTC
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I don’t care who will read,
cause I don’t know what to write
I only know I bleed,
it flows in black on white
May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 3:34 PM UTC
So when can I see you again
and when can I see you?
When can I ruffle your vague skirts
into a turmoil of waves
on the flustered reach of your thighs?
When can I lean my breath
against your ear to brush those drums
with my feathering voice?
When again can I kiss
the flagrant mischief of your mouth
or fever my fingers
in the dark arches of your form
I want to be alone with you
in your revelation
and falter at the flesh revealed
Can I undo your clothes and leave
Strewn puddles of patterns
like islands in the carpet seas?
Shall I take you naked
Into the broiling avalanche
Storming down your senses
to feel the brightening rapture
of your thunderous cries?
In a dance of few steps
shall I press my weight against you
and trace your pulsing blood
to find the riot in your nerves
beneath the careful veils
of your long attended beauty?
I seek subversive grace
and dream of your disheveled hair
When?
.
Or if you would prefer
I could take you to the movies
May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 12:32 PM UTC
When he runs his hands together
It sounds like sandpaper
Waiting to shape raw wood
They're rough because life isn't always easy
But hard work makes it worth it
Because cost and value don't measure success
If he had nothing to own, he wouldn't be worth any less
On Saturdays, we watched the History Channel and ate donuts with forks
Sometimes my grandfather would tell me his tales
I learned about cooking
Always season it well and prepare a bit more
Because there's no telling who'll show up at your door
I learned about fire
Like life, it's relentless, but you always fight back
I learned about chivalry
It may be asleep, but it'll never die
Because opening doors, compliments, and hand-written notes can keep love alive
And I owe me to him
I am a man because he led my way
He brought me out of darkness
Without ever knowing he was the light
We built model airplanes from Balsa wood
And classic cars from plastic;
Our dreams are simply disassembled pieces
There's no rules or instruction
We can build whatever we want
May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 10:48 AM UTC
How long is too long to be silent
I've been counting the quiet
And only now am I questioning
Why it's there
Perhaps it's the colour of your hair
Or the way you move your fingers through empty air
Playing a symphony on a piano that's not there
Or maybe I'm just being weird
Which is just as likely, if not more so, than the former
Yet you don't seem to notice either
After all, silence depends on the lack of input from all parties involved
Perhaps my actions are likewise stilling your words
Maybe you're as lost as I am
In this conversation of actions
Teaching us the thoughts of one another
In a way beyond syntax and inflection
By the way your fingers move, I bet you're a musician
And I'm sure you've deduced my obsession
With writing by the way my eyes
From time to time
Stare off to the side
With me following the life
Of a character that materialized in my mind
But of course that is all merely wishful thinking
In fact
I almost begin to gather my books into my worn rucksack
Signaling my surrender
When you offer a quiet smile
And I become content, once again
In our unspoken conversation
May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 4:27 PM UTC
I'm trying to show restraint
I truly am
It's not really my way
But I look around and see
I'm a few steps ahead of reality
My mind has run away with me
Making the present seem rather bland
I haven't learned the weight of a moment
Yet I know the hope that stands
On the other side of today or tomorrow
Or on the other hand
I know how to long for things I don't have
And have forgotten to care for the land
My current place in time and space
Has begun to collapse
I am lost in tomorrow
While today is slowly slipping away
May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 4:27 PM UTC
*I wasn't broken
So why did you try to
Fix me?
I wasn't hungry
But you kept feeding me
Lies.
I wasn't paranoid
Until you gave me
Reason to be.
Why were you never
Satisfied
With me?
I thought you were
An angel
Sent from heaven,
But it appears
You came
From the opposite
Direction*
May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 4:11 PM UTC
insomniac to the weight of regret
I'm inclined to withhold.
May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 11:16 AM UTC
I still remember how she'd dance
How she moved with poignant grace
The look of serenity on her face
Touching places you can't see
Her dancers feet blending to beats
I still remember how she danced
How the music filled her glance
I still remember how he took it all
I see it everyday
In the mirror on the wall
May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 11:15 AM UTC
I breathe easy when you're away
That's how I want it to stay
I know if you come back
I'll slowly waste and fade to black
You shut out my light
Cover my mouth, drown me in night
Strip off my name and who I am
To you I'm fearful to stand
You coax me up to tear me down
Not a single soul hears a sound
I know if you come back
I'll slowly waste and fade to black
May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 10:59 AM UTC