I wake up alone.
Conversation over air, breaching two thousand and some miles—
so much of the time, it is too much to bear.
I miss you. I am afraid that words have become tiresome.
And I live for midnight.
Love is never wrong, even if one starves for the sake of it—
even if I am waking alone.
Mar 2, 2014
Mar 2, 2014 at 2:21 AM UTC
I have found things to be true: weakness is the monster in the dark.
The fact that it breeds strength is pure farce. However, it does breed doubt and fear and sadness all beyond recount.
Weakness has been known to be the adulterer of love, of beauty, and of bravery.
It is true that perhaps to some it is a muse—a slowly burning fuse to something brighter, bolder, better.
To others, it is the bearer of perpetual gloom—their fuse gone cold too soon.
Feb 27, 2014
Feb 27, 2014 at 11:43 PM UTC
It went away
in the way that some things do.
The sun cannot always shine where you can see.
The rain does not always fall where you can feel.
But these things,
like it
are always bound to return.
This is the promise that every new day brings.
Apr 13, 2013
Apr 13, 2013 at 10:01 PM UTC
Life is not a breeze
Not a stone on which to stand
It is thunder
And it is lightening
The sound of nature folding land
Heat and color
All things harsh and brazen
Clamor and clang
Collision
Division
Derision
Feb 25, 2013
Feb 25, 2013 at 12:31 AM UTC
I reach
And I reach
The stars
They are hotter than my inner glow
And words
Are no substitute
For what I seek
I struggle against my strings
But I reach
I have all the hope in the world
That it be not in vain
I have wanted to be with the bright hot stars
Nearly all my life
Feb 14, 2013
Feb 14, 2013 at 3:35 PM UTC
Beautiful Lonesome--
Beneath the weight of the day,
Lonesome can bite like ice
Lonesome can burn like fire.
Who is she
If not a heart tainted and touched--
Something of a beautiful misfortune.
Feb 8, 2013
Feb 8, 2013 at 3:00 PM UTC
When the cold is here
Will I crumble with the freeze?
Who am I asking
When I speak to empty air
For things to change?
Here I sit
So near to tears
Upset from nothing
But still
Wanting to wilt
Can I not drift away
with the summer leaves,
we being so alike?
High winds
Always bring us down
Being so loosely tethered
To our own hearts
It would be so easy to follow
Those hollowed remains
Of this worn and weathered life
Now battered and dejected
Fallen and forgotten
Ready to ride the wind
Is it not funny
How I wish to be with the leaves?
Oct 30, 2012
Oct 30, 2012 at 10:00 PM UTC
Here I am
On the precipice
Somewhere I have never been
Somewhere I swore I would never go
Like the green of a newly lit morning is bright and bold
My spirit is newly bathed in a somber glow
Bright in indignity bold in bareness
Rearing for strength
To heal
To grow
Sep 26, 2012
Sep 26, 2012 at 10:47 PM UTC
Come
The one I adore
In the ways of love and charm
I am a simpleton
But with you
I am master, savant
Of grace I have none
And as a soul
I am fragmented
Partial
Dismally incomplete
Though
In your eyes I shine
In your smile
I bask
I feel my heart would welcome you
But you do not feel the tremble
The gentle rent as it breaks
So unknown to you
Each time you turn away
Your shining eyes are not of me
And the warmth of your smile upon me
Runs not so deep as I had dreamed
Sep 23, 2012
Sep 23, 2012 at 5:17 PM UTC
It seems cruel that the world should be easier to bear
with the prospect of death
Why fear the trials of life which no longer call claim upon you
To know The Day would make me brave
Brave enough to live
to finally live
and move beyond
anything and everything that bade me "be still"
To dance for life--in life--to life
To see light as something of warmth
instead of a harsh reality that creeps into my dreams
and steals from me my fitful sleep
I would face anything to be rid
of this fear
Death
this unrealized, unacknowledged fact of life
Something to live in spite of
Jul 15, 2012
Jul 15, 2012 at 11:30 PM UTC