You are so beautiful,
so pure--it makes it difficult
to resist a simple, loving kiss
or embrace.
Your eyes glow
and sparkle in the dim moonlight,
making it hard to turn
away from
your gaze.
I have been looking
for a long time,
for someone like you.
Now, I have
and I am not about
to let you go.
May 7, 2012
May 7, 2012 at 8:22 AM UTC
It sounded like whispers, you know?
The life dripping from your eyes.
It corroded like zippers, wet,
from years of spilling rain
onto an inconsistent raincoat.
Sometimes I remember, do you?
The amount of time found,
spent and all but lost.
We were children, then,
with nothing but nap times,
play times, and Lego shrines.
Second hands dressed up
as hours; and minutes, well,
they just didn’t matter.
Splatter paint was a
way of life and life
was just a way to live.
The simple times
always flew faster
than the last.
May 5, 2012
May 5, 2012 at 2:33 PM UTC
I don’t want to talk
because I don’t want to feel;
I’d hate to convince you
that these feelings are real.
I promise I’m smiling,
a bright shining star;
so don’t you come over,
just stay where you are.
Ignore all the phone calls,
mixed with my endless pleas;
I swear that it’s nothing,
I just needed to bleed.
My veins have stayed shut,
so don’t raise the alarm;
I spill out onto paper,
to save wrists from harm.
May 5, 2012
May 5, 2012 at 2:31 PM UTC
You will find me bruised,
buried, and broken,
beneath sedimentary
silence and ignorant
igneous; pummeled
and porous.
You will find me
deaf and defeated
under uprooted
forests, filled
to the canopy
with carnage.
You will find me ablaze,
alone, and abandoned,
as shivering shadows
make way for
an overflowed ocean.
And you will find me
dead in the dirt
you have trampled;
and I will bleed
into the sea.
May 5, 2012
May 5, 2012 at 2:29 PM UTC
Disappear before I miss you,
and be gone before I care.
Take flight before I realize
that all I want, is to be there.
May 5, 2012
May 5, 2012 at 2:26 PM UTC
You were delivered in flowers,
bright bouquets of indifference,
and you floated like lillies,
through vines of resistance.
Your green stems left untrimmed,
and your heart in a bow,
you slowly unraveled,
with your petals on show.
But the daisies all wilted,
the ones I loved the best,
and I realized you’re empty,
dead butterflies in your chest.
May 5, 2012
May 5, 2012 at 2:25 PM UTC
To the greatest Englishmen I’ve ever known,
with thick skin quite like the strength of stone,
your charm has passed my comfort zone,
what a shame it is(not); we sleep alone.
Forced into writing a poem “on you,”
it sounds more like some type of odd goo.
I promise this poem is almost now through,
just swear to forget it by the time the day’s new.
May 5, 2012
May 5, 2012 at 2:23 PM UTC
Just like the sun chasing the moon,
I followed you into the dark,
if only to catch a single falling spark
of all that once ignited to make me swoon.
May 5, 2012
May 5, 2012 at 2:22 PM UTC
Scanning the afternoon, he walks,
gliding on fallen leaves and trees
and animals he no longer stalks;
his sights set higher for humanity’s scare.
Shots fired in a distant haze,
as terror erupts from pious pillars
and ruptured canopies, left dazed
by disaster in evening air.
Setting in the far off sky,
a reddened oval sinking,
longing, waiting, to die
in the blistering way it seems to fight.
No one gathers there among
the deadening light to mourn
the day he shot the sun;
no one watched it bleed its final light.
*The end was near, the dark in sight,
his need for fear, his ending plight,
the darkness ate the world for fun,
that was the day he shot the sun.*
May 5, 2012
May 5, 2012 at 2:21 PM UTC
I left a note on your car today,
it sat alone in the parking lot
like an abandoned century,
set in place to guard the lost
and the broken hearted.
The note wasn’t enough,
scraps of paper and shreds
of words can’t hold fast
to long lost dreams of simplicity
tainted with the purest hope.
I drove away, staring straight
ahead because if I looked back,
I always look back, I knew
I’d watch it’s tattered edges
burn from the fire left behind.
May 5, 2012
May 5, 2012 at 2:19 PM UTC