In the darkest pathways will I roam,
Making forgotten shadows my home.
Find me in the secret lair,
Behind your fears, discarded cares.
I am the tunnel through the night
Fastest way to avoid all light
I am the heart, broken, called liar
I am the sadness, madness, on fire.
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 7:51 AM UTC
In a haze I came here, brand new.
Fresh life. Newborn.
There was someone here, waiting for me,
arms wide open - it wasn't you. But
they tasted so sweet on a lazy
Sunday afternoon.
They glimmered away too quickly
and then - then there was you. You were
...you are
sweeter still, but only in the half-darkness of
almost sleep, only
in the remainders of dreams. Too sweet.
It's only now, when my eyes are wide open
that I know. I know
that it isn't the hands of a lover that sway my heart.
It is not the sound of a familiar voice saying
that they love me. Promising me. Needing me.
It is not the chains of relationship or the trappings of
"true love"
that make me smile.
It is the secret. The sweetness of innocent eyes
shining out from a dark place. The promise of
happiness, the kind that does not need
certainty, that thrives on
shadows and on
broken hearts. Bad dreams. On unbidden
but sweetest yet
companions.
Oct 15, 2013
Oct 15, 2013 at 10:19 AM UTC
Here's the secret to it all.
Did you catch that? It moves so fast across
the screen that you can't even
see it. Almost as if
it was never even there.
Like I purposefully didn't
write anything.
Why are you looking for secrets here
when I don't have the answers,
and poetry is just a sad story writer who
thinks that sometimes words
should be a disguise,
hiding things that are too
much - beauty, pain, wisdom - for
prose?
Why did you think that
because this is a poem, and
maybe you've read my other
poems, and maybe you thought
the title was alluring,
that I would offer you anything even
remotely
brand new?
Did you see that blankness? It was
the cold hard truth,
it was the hurt
the emptiness,
the pain.
And now, because I've used a lot
of sad words for no
obvious reason, you will spend
the rest of this poem
(and maybe a few moments longer)
wondering what I meant and how this is
beautiful.
Jun 30, 2013
Jun 30, 2013 at 12:31 AM UTC
Underneath a blinding sun
- Drowning in the light around me! -
My searching heart has finally come
To find a heart seeks to surround me.
Absorbed in that strong presence till
A cloud sweeps across the sky
And blocking the light becomes very still
...That cloud, dragging shadows by.
Suddenly the darkness deepens,
The shadows seeking yet to stay
And when my heart my fear is keeping,
That presence blows the storm away.
Beautiful! my eyes now see
The same world but no longer blinded
By that same sun which now is free
To once again continue shining.
The darkness pulled my mind abroad
Exposing things I'd never found
And helping me against all odds
To let my blessings now abound.
Wrapped once again in safety by
The heart that holds me near
That deity somewhere in the sky,
Who tells nothing to fear.
And what is there but to believe Him?
...Nothing but to love;
For though I have yet to really see Him,
It was He who set the sun above.
Dec 26, 2012
Dec 26, 2012 at 11:52 PM UTC
It took you so long to understand
And now that you do, it's too late.
It took you too long to know what I had
With someone who you are determined to hate.
You don't even know that I speak to you now,
Or that these words should apply.
I'm not sure if I mean them but here they are -
It takes so much more work to just lie.
I would give a lot to say what I can't,
Or forget what you so wish I could.
Maybe you don't wish but I'll never know -
It's too late because you never understood.
And so I'll never ask what you do or don't want
To be running around in my brain.
All I know now is it doesn't matter, but still -
It would have been nice to be spared that much pain.
Dec 22, 2012
Dec 22, 2012 at 3:22 AM UTC
I walk on quiet leopard's feet
I stand atop a brand new day
I live inside the rainy sky
And dwell beneath the bird's pathway.
I am a tiara of mountain peaks
It is I who slink across the land
Cloaking the earth in a shrouded film
Yet I leave no footprints as my brand.
In all I do, I can make no sound
I envelop the planet in my grasp
I do not feel the cold of the wind
On my body no skin, on my cloak no clasp.
I could not harm the pink skin of your wrist -
Fear me not, I am only the mist.
Dec 22, 2012
Dec 22, 2012 at 3:15 AM UTC
Night should not need to brag on so;
If night were so pretty, should it not
stand on its own feet so we'd all know
its secret beauty is no secret as we've thought?
Night is too quiet to need its own poetry.
To fill silence so profound is to insist
that Night continue to be lonely, to go on quietly -
we ought let Night enjoy itself, not resist.
And lastly Night's sweet and somber melody
should not hold us more entranced than Day.
The song is not heard less often nor played more readily -
each tune is a lovely song with something to say.
Night does not need our pity to feel brave.
Nor our sadness, fears or triumphs to be safe.
Dec 22, 2012
Dec 22, 2012 at 3:10 AM UTC
...we're a strange couple.
I love the way you smile
and how you laugh, how you
can make even my worst
days somehow
better. How you
can allow me to feel once again
by just opening your eyes
and telling me about myself
in the grim reflection.
You're my best friend, I've
known you for years and years. You
understand my hurts and flaws and victories
in ways beyond words; you
alone
know how I am
...and why.
When I am angry, you
quell the storm; you can
see into the pits of my raging darkness and
with a few simple words, douse the
flames.
When I am sad, you
can lift the sails; you know
all the secret panels which might
have burst open in the wind.
When I anger you, I know
what I've done and I feel
guilty. You can make me see the
heart of my mistake with one simple
change of tone, a flick at the end of
each word -
to make me realize I am
a fool again, and that I feel
so sorry.
And when I am happy, you
alone
know fully why; you see the truth
behind the laughter
and I cannot keep secrets. You breed
love with every breath.
You see my flaws and yet you invite me in.
You know my dangers, and yet you keep me here.
Dec 10, 2012
Dec 10, 2012 at 12:36 AM UTC
You held me tightly to your chest
Said you would never let me go;
You lost me deep within your words
But little did we know
That now the deed's been done
The cat's escaped our bag
We will hurt for what we've said
They will shred us into rags -
Get your hands off my throat
Don't try to strangle me
You know this thing is not my fault.
Shut up and let it be.
You didn't mean to claw me out
Didn't mean to push me down
Now you want to help me out,
But you're too late to save me now.
So just leave,
My wounds are gonna bleed
As soon as you remove your hands and run away.
Just go,
I'll leave a trail in the other direction
Give them something that they can follow.
As you run away,
Everything you wanted is going down the drain.
This is the feeding frenzy now,
They're here to find us out,
See what you started coming down.
This is the feeding frenzy now.
Jun 15, 2012
Jun 15, 2012 at 2:00 PM UTC
There is a bench in the back of my mind,
Where I like to come and sit.
Where the winds of my thoughts blow gently about,
but I don't have to
think about it.
I sit on this bench in a garden so sweet,
it smells of honey and dew;
the fragrance of dreams billows quietly here,
And I like smelling the roses,
too.
I come to this bench when I am angry or sad,
When I'd rather search clouds for shapes;
I grow trees in abundance and let honeybees roam,
mend broken ideas wrapped
'round old tapes.
This bench is my place for when I must hide -
Secret safe nobody shall find.
I surround it with good things and breaths of fresh air,
this bench at the back
of my mind.
Jun 15, 2012
Jun 15, 2012 at 4:20 AM UTC