Two lovers: tangled in words and sheets,
cower behind walls twelve feet high and deep.
Two lovers: lost in mazes of minds and
of bodies they only recently set free.
Afraid of the fall inevitable.
Two lovers: and they can finally see
their desires are matched and are free.
I love you, one says,
And the other replies- breaking down
walls she built twelve feet thick and high.
There's nothing left now,
but their two naked hearts,
their two exposed souls.
With their cracked an lovely parts-
Waiting to be written,
Waiting to be discovered.
Knowing all the while
each holds the piece to a possible disaster.
Because love once let in is not easily let out.
L E Dow 2012
Jul 17, 2012
Jul 17, 2012 at 11:55 AM UTC
Today, you're breaking my heart.
Tomorrow will be the same, I'm sure. The really funny thing is: you don't know you're doing it.
So **** it.
**** this.
**** me.
Keep breaking my heart,
soon enough I'll be numb as hell and it won't matter what we've done.
It's okay, baby.
Don't worry, I'm happy.
I found my plaster mask-
Made up just right:
pretty, smiling,
And just what you'd like
To lay your oceans on.
Don't worry, I'm numb.
And no no no, I don't feel that knife.
I've never felt more alive than I have in this moment,
Never felt less than that knife's
Cold spine against frigid mine.
Mar 29, 2012
Mar 29, 2012 at 1:29 PM UTC
We’re alone, together,
The rhythm of the coffeehouse swirling around us,
A quiet cacophony of colliding ceramics,
flatware, and the splash of coffe hitting cups.
Each lost, writing on legal paper
I buy in daisy yellow in a small attempt to brighten my day.
The couple to our right aren’t anything spectacular, really.
Even though they did talk about
The drug market when you left for the car.
Even farther right, at a table you suggested, I sat with josh.
We came in early on a Sunday morning,
Stumbling clumsily upon a place he really wasn’t too fond of.
Funny, as he complained of the coffee and décor, I wanted to stay more and more.
It irritated me: his lack of knowledge or the willingness to gain one.
With you I’m comfortable,
And secretly, I wish he was sitting there,
So you could butcher him with words.
Chop off his 70’s ***** hair, with one swift cut,
Because you always seem to peg him,
Exactly where he deserves to be hit.
I love the contrast of the moments,
With him, I struggled to see, wished for more, and searched for an end.
With you, skin is velvet, voices: harmony, memory a beautiful cacophony.
Feb 22, 2011
Feb 22, 2011 at 1:14 PM UTC
Today and Tomorrow there is nothing
for the People, but everything for the Poet.
fiery buildings litter our papers
and politicians of plastic make the rules
everyday grows dim as the sun rises higher.
A dusting of grim grey has begun to build
upon the faces of all,
Everyone crying out for peace and love,
Everyone preaching conspiracy and the end of the World.
Some people cling to a god, one that, according to a recent survey,
they probably know nothing about.
Others cling to the things they’ve acquired, a wife, 2.5 children,
a three-bed-two-bath house in the suburbs, twenty minutes from the city.
The poets cling to their pens, burying themselves in paper.
Hoping if they dig deep enough they’ll reach the bottom of despair,
to find the meaning.
But, the buildings are still on fire,
the politicians still plastic,
no matter the meaning, the grey is still growing,
building walls and hate out of grim grey that has swallowed
us all whole.
Dec 13, 2010
Dec 13, 2010 at 7:53 PM UTC
I’m sitting in my mother’s
Friend’s
Driveway,
Trying not to look like a creep.
While my Honda civic
Is hardly reminiscent of
**********
My nervous eyes
And shaking hands could be.
Finally, they arrive,
And I realize
I’m wearing no make-up, my hair is wet,
And there’s paint on my arms,
And I have a girlfriend.
Mother
emerges, smiles wide.
I meet her for a hug, notice
Her eyes straying to my left ear.
“Do you like it?”
Long pause.
“I’m indifferent,” she replies.
And I think, if she only knew
About the black, black ink
On my right hip,
She wouldn’t be indifferent.
We make awkward conversation,
About apartment details,
Cable,
Cable bills,
Moving,
Gas and electric,
Avoiding anything evoking emotion.
As she walks away she turns,
Asks,
“Do you have money?”
I don’t say anything, taken aback.
“I wish I could have bought you dinner or something…”
“Mom. It’s fine.”
“No, no, no, here’s some money,
Tell Amanda hi.”
“Alright, I love you, mom.”
I say has her heels scrape away.
“Love you too."
She calls over her shoulder.
And she’s gone.
And I’m free to do as I please,
With ink, piercings and girlfriends.
But I wish she knew,
I wish she could love
The free me too.
Nov 14, 2010
Nov 14, 2010 at 7:54 PM UTC
Five days a week,
I sit in white classrooms
With hard plastic chairs.
I watch as teachers
Walk in
Out
In
Out.
I buy journals to occupy the time
To try and grow my mind,
Out of the redundancy of lectures,
Notes,
Homework,
In five years how much of this will matter?
Because I know I won’t remember
The details.
Just that I was in love
With the brightest star,
In the biggest way,
And that’s all that matters
Nov 1, 2010
Nov 1, 2010 at 8:58 PM UTC
Dylan plays softly,
As my ink stained hands
Map your milk white hips.
And we could play this game
Of push and pull
For hours.
I rake my night hands
Down your ivory spine,
Find myself Enthralled with
The soft plains of Your back
And we’ve been playing this game
Of push and pull
For hours.
I pull my blackened fingers
Through your silk strands
And I’m Caught,
Lost in
The soft moonlight of your hair
And we’ve been playing this game
Of push and pull
For hours.
I trace the structure
Of your face with my
Ink
Black
Hands.
Hoping not to ruin the
Pale moonlight it radiates.
Praying to keep your
Silver Skin
Pure.
And we’ve been playing this game
Of push and pull
For hours.
And your skin is still
Light,
Your hips still white,
Spine; Ivory
Your hair, still moonlight.
And I’m in awe,
Again, again, again.
Oct 25, 2010
Oct 25, 2010 at 6:25 AM UTC
I’ve never been good at
Braking habits
Being patient
Planning ahead,
But with you, I’m good.
I’m better at being me,
Because loving you is pure,
Is free,
Is bright, is new.
You’re a sun I can touch
Your rays color me yellow,
Paint me pure.
Your light gives
Clarity, vision,
Warmth.
So come closer,
Sun,
Light my way.
Oct 14, 2010
Oct 14, 2010 at 4:15 PM UTC
It seems everyone
Knew.
I was getting ****** over,
Again
Again
Again.
Everyone
But me.
I was blinded
By façades
By words
By love.
Now, I see.
The one sided Conversations.
The tears.
The lonliness.
The fears.
I’ve found Clarity,Love, Best Friends,
Freedom.
I appreciate the pain,
Because it made me more.
I love the rage, because its burned through
It all.
I’ve learned to keep
My eyes wide,
To remember it all.
I’ve seen the necessity of Appreciation,
Of savoring each
Moment.
You never know when or
If you’ll lose it.
Tomorrow
Today,
Never.
I’ve let go,
Set myself free.
I’m planning futures And ignoring fears.
I don’t know anything
But love and
Truth.
I can see the beauty in her
Eyes.
The Light in her smile,
And I’m lifted higher,
Made lighter.
The way her hair falls
Is Magic.
Her beauty is found between
Caught breaths and the pages of novels.
Her love is
pure,
Innocence,
Magnificent.
Together, we are more.
We don’t need each other
We want each other.
Our love is more
Than words
Than time
Than platonic.
Her eyes in mine fill
The silences.
Her hands on mine break
The barriers
Her mouth over mine
Builds anew.
Creates.
Sets me free.
Oct 14, 2010
Oct 14, 2010 at 4:11 PM UTC
I used to be afraid of:
Going numb
Being disliked
Love
Heartbreak
Scars
Wounds
Fear.
Now, I’ll show you my wounds and you’ll lick mine. Salt may spill form the corners of my eyes but I know your smooth fingers will remedy the pain. I’m certain that showing you the pain, the anger, the love, the truth will only build us higher. Only grow us stronger.
Molly. Your pasts don’t scare me, you wounds, they hurt me, but don’t worry. I’ll remedy them, if you’ll let me. I’ll lick the blood from your limbs and pull the shrapnel from your side I’ll swallow the pain your sick of eating, because I can.
Molly, I’ll live with you in this moment. I’ll love with you until our time runs out.
But for now I want you to know a few things.
I love you.
The way your body curves around mine is perfect.
I keep my eyes wide, so I can remember every second.
I wish San Francisco was right now.
I know we’re special.
I’d give up anything for this.
I love losing myself in us.
Being myself is easier when you’re around.
Your hands are lovely.
Your smile is better than any sunny day.
Molly, you should know, I want forever.
I want you, forever.
And I’ll love you no matter what.
Oct 13, 2010
Oct 13, 2010 at 6:38 AM UTC