Is it happening again
You're right on time
This ache is a calling card and the
Silence that grows with it follows
One side stepping the other in a
Waltz we know too well
Please speak before there's no room left
and we become lousy artwork
on opposing walls
Your pattern is a clouded mirror and
I need to know if there will be something
to celebrate or if my pressed lips will be against the bottle at midnight
Dec 31, 2016
Dec 31, 2016 at 12:34 PM UTC
My Adonis
In a metal T-shirt
His curls, his smile
The lights and sweat
A quick word spoken
But an everlasting vision left
Of who I imagined he could be
In my mind I lived a life by his side
My fingertips on the nape of his neck
Feeling his lips against my skin
Waking up wrapped in his arms
In that shirt
All in the matter of a moment
And a fleeting one at that
So I will keep this perfect stranger
In a place I hope he never fades
For it would be a tragedy to ever forget that face
Apr 10, 2016
Apr 10, 2016 at 12:53 PM UTC
The city sings it's siren song
Gunmetal and lonesome blue
Glittering lights beckon the step
But the glass between my life and the streets gives courage to my coward soul on the 22nd floor
Cheap champagne as a last meal
A cigarette would be nice
but this is a non smoking room
A moment in time passes
With a decision made in haste
My last words
Written on the asphalt with my body as the ink
Mar 18, 2016
Mar 18, 2016 at 12:16 PM UTC
More or less another beginning
No further forward than before
Side stepping into another dimension
Soon standing at a different door
Unaware of what awaits
But knowing what is left behind
hollow and ungiving
no longer worthy of the time
Before the petals start to wither
And the wine begins to waste
Take a leap out of the window
Remembering to
Always roll with grace
Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 4:11 PM UTC
Writer's block
my fickle muse
is presently satisfied
leaving me with nothing
but happiness and
a feeling of restless neglect
of my own expression
how ugly it is to only draw from
pain and sorrow when the destination
is always peace of mind
for the time
until it comes
and then I'm here again
always looking over my shoulder
Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 12:28 PM UTC
If he shall fall from my arms
Like the leaves of a tree
And blow with the wind
Under another’s shade
I will be left in the open
Wondering if the season
Of loneliness has come again
As it always has when
The winters are cold
Come spring I feel
I will not
Have the strength to bud again
Jun 17, 2015
Jun 17, 2015 at 11:47 AM UTC
Life in all its colors
Drip from tips of the fingers
Of those stuck behind windows and walls
Watching as the others grab happiness
As if prepositioned before their eyes
They are
Full of the joy that had left me long ago
Now I sit
looking out
Always left wanting
Of the things I let slip
Of those who never came back
Of a love and life I now know
I'll never have again
Jun 17, 2015
Jun 17, 2015 at 11:18 AM UTC
let them watch as she dances
their desperation hanging
like the smoke from their cigarettes
a sea of bloated bellies
and empty glasses
cast hungry glances from high
up on their bar stools
she will dance
and they will wish
they still had a spark that
could catch her attention
longing for a night
taken from the pages of their
glory days
let them watch
in hopes that a piece of her spirit
will twirl off her skirt
for them to capture
and put on a shelf
along with what they once
had been
just another thursday night
at the tragic tavern
Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 10:20 AM UTC
Pulled apart at the seams
I'm trying to cut you out
like I should have long ago
when the signs were clear
but what does that mean to the blind
I never thought I asked for much
just that you'd
live long and die for me
as I'd do for you
now I'm drowning in your discontent
pulled under by your ignorance of
my suffering
sinking down at least I
tried
what else could you have wanted
now I'm just another stone in the sand
at the bottom
Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 10:19 AM UTC
Rash decisions
made a monster of you
now
standing consumed
by regret
in ruins of the things
you
turned your back on
when deciding
what you thought was best
and realizing
too late that
getting what you wanted
wasn't what it
was supposed to be
now
left alone to
pick up the pieces
you didn't appreciate
what you had
sadly, they rarely do
Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 10:16 AM UTC