Thunder rattles the mountains.
I was never afraid of storms until tonight.
I switch on my light and run back to
my sheets, hoping that don't feel quite so alone
when I watch the next bolt
illuminate my window.
I wonder when it last rained where you live.
Maybe you were scared like me.
I switch the light off again.
Jul 23, 2012
Jul 23, 2012 at 10:58 PM UTC
Tonight the stars cascade and pool into swirls and patterns, like a van gogh.
I walk with you arm in arm under this tapestry of light; you bring my hand to your lips,
then as you lean in and kiss my cheek,
I wish I were an artist.
There are no words to capture the beauty of this night.
Jul 23, 2012
Jul 23, 2012 at 10:18 PM UTC
The constellations hide tonight.
The only light I can see is from dim porch bulbs from far off houses. They've
been neglectfully left on while their weary owners rest, and they flicker
relentlessly, threatening to leave me in the darkness.
It's just me and the pines tonight; their silhouettes towering like deities over
me. A coyote wails in the distance, his cry carrying over miles. I lay back
onto the grass and mourn with him. Together, we howl into the night, our
tormented wails evaporating into the charcoal sky.
Jul 23, 2012
Jul 23, 2012 at 8:01 PM UTC
You couldn't hold me.
Your focus always shifted,
and I was left as an afterthought, dangling in your arms.
You couldn't kiss me.
My passionate lips always craved more than your simply graze.
You couldn't love me.
I waited, my chest open, heart exposed for the rush of heat
from your soul to mine.
Sometimes heartbreak is quiet
and slow. it doesn't explode in anguish, or scream in
torment. It cries softly,
with each disappointment,
stacked in memory
like books along a shelf.
Jul 23, 2012
Jul 23, 2012 at 7:58 PM UTC
There's a cave in my heart,
And it echoes while I sigh.
I expected someone else
to fill the hollow, when they'd
hold me while I slept. But I lay
alone at night, with the cavern
gaping wide. I wrap my arms
around myself and try to hide
the cold draft blowing through
my chest, but I let my arms
fall,
and lay awake knowing that
no one else can make this pit
vanish.
Jul 23, 2012
Jul 23, 2012 at 7:57 PM UTC
I want the beauty to stay inside me.
I want my lungs to expand with a love like lightening so that when our lips
touch softly, I can exhale and watch my passion play upon your smile.
Jul 23, 2012
Jul 23, 2012 at 7:51 PM UTC
You cross the room slowly,
closing the distance between us.
You raise your arms and welcome me into your heart. I don't think I'll ever
leave.
The stars have woven a quilt above us, and we speak words of promise as we say
goodnight. You hold me tight and I wonder if you can feel my heart pound within
your chest. It's hard to breathe with you so near, but now all that i can think
of is the way we slide and twist around each other, our lives intertwining like
branches. Hold me more still. And leave the rest to nature. We will grow
separate, but together.
Jul 23, 2012
Jul 23, 2012 at 7:43 PM UTC
Trouble sweeps in like the wind;
Fighting against me in gusts.
I reach out for you, my anchor
In this storm, but you turn your back
To me, as the blackened sky approaches.
My world begins to crumble and the
Rain and hail pelt my skin. I panic and look to you for safety, and there you
stand, unmoving. your cold green eyes watching me struggle,
You show no empathy, no sorrow, as I slip away into the products of my guilt
and sorrow.
Jul 23, 2012
Jul 23, 2012 at 7:34 PM UTC
The air is changing, and the cold wind carries
promise of change. The trees will be set ablaze,
their leaves displaying fiery reds and oranges which
will melt the hearts of those who can confront
the heat of the flames.
Only the broken-hearted can see the blaze; all others are
blind. We have already been burned from our past lover’s
touch. As time crawls by, the leaves drift to the yellowing
grass below, and eventually the blisters begin to heal.
Jul 23, 2012
Jul 23, 2012 at 7:15 PM UTC
The sun sits high now, and I am but a man.
Though as time passes, the sun sinks and
my silver moon surfaces,
I become a hunter.
As the bartender splashes cheap liquor into spotted glasses,
I stalk quietly in the corner as a lesser man’s prey stumbles
drunkenly, clumsily across the sticky floor.
My eyes glide smoothly over the room,
evaluating my most promising prospects.
My eyes settle on one;
she sits proudly and respectably, and I watch my plan
unfold in my mind.
I will be charming, and convincing;
modest and self-depricating.
She will resist, at first, as they always do,
but the sincere look in my eyes will persuade her that
I am not “every other guy.”
She will fall head first into my pool of lies,
and tonight she will be mine.
And tomorrow,
she will mean nothing.
Jul 23, 2012
Jul 23, 2012 at 7:11 PM UTC