With baited breath and sweaty hands -
we held onto one another like we were drowning.
lips upon lips as if salvation could be earned by passing
oxygen and oxytocin like playground cooties.
fingers intertwined, we'd trace patterns on each others skin
in the back row of empty movie theaters.
You were ecstasy, You were everything
the life-sized puzzle piece to my jagged jig-saw
and best of all...
you were Mine
Nov 8, 2014
Nov 8, 2014 at 10:55 PM UTC
I want a country boy,
who picks me up in his beat-up
hand-me-down,
lived-in pick up
a football-playing
Sunday morning worshiping
second son of a tight-knit clan
that looks at me
with his unclouded blue eyes
not searching for faults
or explanations
no need to foresee the future.
And I'd look up
grateful to some glorious power
for giving this country boy,
this southern-drawl using
sweet-tea drinking
yes-ma'am-answering gentleman,
just to me.
Sep 16, 2013
Sep 16, 2013 at 9:11 PM UTC
Is this what you wanted?
I guess now you’ve won
The battle is over
It had never begun
The dawn came as always
The day must return
With it your silence
Of that I have learned
But tell me one thing
It’ll take but a minute
Were you there for me?
Or did you simply want to win it?
If one day we meet
Pause not in remembrance
I promise you I won’t
Not then, not now
Nor everyday since.
Oct 14, 2012
Oct 14, 2012 at 7:15 AM UTC
I want to cry
To give in to my urges
To scream, kick, kiss, and eat
I want to hear my voice
Echo through the walls my singular reality
Shattering my illusions
I want to punch the earth
With the ferocity of a thousand simultaneous lightning storms
Turning the night into the day
I want to push him up against the wall
No thoughts
No objections
Just us
And the spark of what could be
I want to eat my way through a meal
Without fears of what I’ll gain
Of what I’ll have to feel guilty about
Later
I want to say
Yes
To let the dam break inside me
To let the monster roar
To hear the gasps of those around me
And think
“I’m free”
Oct 14, 2012
Oct 14, 2012 at 7:14 AM UTC
strokes, blurs
rough chaotic blotches of color
invade a clean, blank canvas
somewhere inside
grey birds call to me
their songs bursting into blue flame
branches whine upon the shoulder of the air
secretly proud of their special burdens
black
black unobstructed markings
cry
their tears obscuring, concealing
so we cannot see it, feel it
cannot taste the bizarre sweetness
of a world untamed
of a life
unprotected by the shield
of a clean, blank canvas
May 2, 2012
May 2, 2012 at 10:02 AM UTC
a boy died today
i scream
banging my head against the wall
my nails cutting into my pounding fists
a boy died today
i cry
fierce, angry, wet tears roll down my face
mapping out the directions
my sorrow will take
a boy died today
i sit
staring off into space
not screaming
not crying
just trying to forget
a boy died today
just like yesterday
and tomorrow it will happen again
so why don't you cry?
why don't you scream?
why are you pretending everything's alright?
a boy died today
i think
i know
i remember
sinking into my pain
letting it overtake me
leaving me broken
a boy died today.
Oct 23, 2011
Oct 23, 2011 at 7:50 PM UTC
Look at me
i become enchained
reluctant to breath
to lose the moment.
Touch me
i am on fire
unable to speak
suddenly i am without logic
without thoughts.
Kiss me
i am lost to myself
waiting for you to pull back
to decide i'm not worth it
that I never was.
Oct 16, 2011
Oct 16, 2011 at 9:36 PM UTC
is one ENOUGH?
I guess not.
two then
each one-
making their mark.
but you won't stop
until you leave a SCAR.
then HOLD HER as she cries
because of the blood
your hands have caused
how do you FEEL?
anger? maybe.
REGRET? that too.
unable to believe,
that you're the MONSTER
that caused her pain
but you can feel the ACHE in your hand
as you unclench your fist
PROMISING her
it'll NEVER happen again.
Oct 14, 2011
Oct 14, 2011 at 8:57 PM UTC
perhaps-
perhaps its just a mistake
a terrible mistake
a mistake made against his will
his fragile will
i can't expect perfection
for im not perfect myself
i am flawed
it is my flaws that haunt me
and tell me i should forgive, forget, and let live
continue to love
only partially broken
but making myself mend
what wasn't my mistake
in the first place
but of course
it was all
just a terrible, unforgettable mistake
that he made the choice
to make
Oct 13, 2011
Oct 13, 2011 at 9:26 PM UTC
there's so much I don't understand
its a wonder I'm here at all...
pass by through petty masquerading
and petty smiles I don't deserve
emotions that flicker
but refuse to flame
sparkles that promise glory, but
as they turn ash
bring me to shame.
if you promise to keep a secret
I'd tell you I miss you-
and you'd say you miss me too,
wouldn't you?
if only you'd leave
so I could come find you
hug tight
and exclaim that I'd never let you go.
unless of course,
you wanted me to-
but you wouldn't
wouldn't you?
Oct 13, 2011
Oct 13, 2011 at 5:54 PM UTC