Your laugh, my soul
That arch of your brow
A tear, on your cheek
Your grief, my hole
My whole being
In your hands
Now and forever
You I am seeing
Seeing that smile, Cheshire
Those eyes, glint with gold
My hand, on your hip
My mind, on fire
Fire and care
This game of love
Long we have played
The tortoise and hare
Hair, that curl
My stomach, in knots
Our lives, only ahead
You, my Girl
Oct 2, 2015
Oct 2, 2015 at 6:00 AM UTC
A haiku for you
You ruined so much of me
But still I had fun
Jul 16, 2014
Jul 16, 2014 at 2:31 PM UTC
Unknown
To where we go?
For what purpose?
Are we even we?
Or will you be you?
And me be me?
Jul 16, 2014
Jul 16, 2014 at 2:12 PM UTC
Shadows
They flicker for the light
Dancing for their source
But ever shielded from view
How depressing an existence
A goal unattainable
But persistence is needed
To keep the goal alive
For a light needs shadow
Lest it be drowned by its surroundings
Separated from its partner
But the separation is eternal
For a lit shadow ceases to be
But perhaps that is the most noble of endings
A goal attained
A dancers bow
Nov 9, 2013
Nov 9, 2013 at 10:59 AM UTC
When your smile goes to your bottom eyelid
When you say it meant nothing
When I was there
What does it take to be sincere?
Fight, desire, confrontation, stubbornness
You have missed the list
Jul 22, 2013
Jul 22, 2013 at 5:18 PM UTC
Well it seems she was hungry
Very hungry
But what can be expected when she is left out in the cold?
When things get hungry they will eat
But is there still an ally behind that blood soaked snarl?
What type of delusion am I in?
Brought on by a loss of blood or the hypothermic cold?
Can you even be aware of your own delusion?
Still, she appears skittish
Despite what has to be a satiated belly
I mean, how much more could she possibly eat?
What a delusion
Should I let the cold take me?
It seems inevitable
And now the wolf approaches, to finish her meal?
Or to curl up and warm me on this frigid night?
Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 10:13 AM UTC
I cannot always be mending sadness
Sadness is like a dog
It can whine and scratch
But you must let it inside
A dog may slip between your legs
When your hands are full of groceries
But if you can't expel the beast
Then you have no right to a dog, nor bird, nor cat
You say you only give?
You are never in a position to receive anything besides sympathy
Weariness is the only outcome
I grow weary in you stupor
Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 10:10 AM UTC
Endings are hard
There is no truth to them
Always more to be seen or said
How clich'e
Beginnings are easier
But still they sprang from somewhere
I hope for the best of beginnings
Because the best soil comes from well churned dirt
Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 10:10 AM UTC
High tide and low
Ebb and flow
Wax and wane
Yet sometimes there are floods
Floods that do not recede
Some floods that overwhelm
Floods that you want to be swept away in
Floods you never want to end
Floods that bring you somewhere new
Floods that change the landscape of where you were
That seem to change the world
That seem unstoppable
Yet somehow the waters recede
Wet, damp, dry, parched
What could have happened to end this flood?
Indifference, lack of acknowledgement
Ignoring the onrushing torrent has taken the strength from the all-covering ocean
When all it needed to flourish was the smallest amount of encouragement
Is this the end of the water
Or has it pooled somewhere
Waiting for the moment to rise again
Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 10:09 AM UTC
Contradiction
Impossible, it captivates:
Alone while surrounded,
Crumbling while steadfast,
Contentedly miserable,
Actively apathetic,
The lazy activist,
Cynically optimistic,
Knowledgably ignorant,
Falling from support,
A teary smile.
It is all of us;
But mostly it is me,
Out of balance with no direction to go.
Then there’s my reference;
Wayward and fleeting,
It has arrived with new purpose.
It is hear to stay.
Yet my reference is also a contradiction,
As unbalanced as I.
But where I am black it is white,
Empty where I overflow,
Floating when I sink
Yet, as chaotic static can become equal to silence,
Or many waves will calm each other;
So is my reference.
My mirror
And how better to see yourself but through a mirror?
My reference is my mirror
Oppositely identical;
And so we too are a contradiction
How unlikely?
How fated.
Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 2:04 AM UTC