Can you see the heaviness in my eyes?
Is that why you go?
Too far gone to be saved.
Damaged goods.
Complicated.
And you're right.
I'm too heavy to carry.
Not the physicality of my frame
because you see I don't eat much
since
Him.
But a heavy heart, head, hurt.
And I'll be too heavy for most
once we're past the Laughs
and my
Legs.
Until I can carry my eyes.
The day when the smell of
Him
doesn't make me
hungry.
and nauseous.
So you should go.
Because I see it in your eyes.
You're heavy too.
Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 1:30 AM UTC
“Remember thou art dust, and to dust thou shalt return.” Genesis 3:19
The air has a texture
thick and hot in my nose
that my lungs cannot accommodate.
I kick for the surface
but fabric is a far sight thicker
than water.
-
I am too young to be
wrapped up in this
where minute’s click
seems a loss
and getting older, no gain.
-
I am frightened,
but everywhere I turn
I hear shades whisper
“Such is life…”
and nothing more.
-
For our skins are our shrouds
And we are born in our burial cloths.
-M. Hale, 7/19/12
Jul 19, 2012
Jul 19, 2012 at 1:30 PM UTC
Mouths are not used for communication.
Rather they add to all frustrations,
Allowing lies, guile, and machinations.
If man had a trunk to trumpet a warning,
‘Twould be better served than a tongue used for spurning.
A narrow proboscis for nutrients to ****
More useful than lips that spew only muck.
The double-speak game is one that must stop,
Before all good words are spun into rot.
Mouths are ridiculous adaptations,
That enable ridiculously false orations,
Telling us all we need is communication.
-M. Hale
6.10.11
May 18, 2012
May 18, 2012 at 12:11 AM UTC
Don’t follow me in the car, don’t tell me who you are.
Don’t whisper in my ear, just to watch the fear
spark up in each eye, just because I’m scared to die.
Don’t taunt me with your power, not at this late hour.
twomoreblocks…twomoreblocks…
Won’t you leave me alone, I only want to go home.
I still hear your voice, forward is my only choice.
Head down, collar up, pray. Please, oh please, no further delays.
onemoreblock…onemoreblock…
Don’t grab my hand, please understand.
You know I’m alone, just let me go home.
Don’t pull my hair, don’t touch me there.
I have a past and a future, too. But that all means nothing to you.
Don’t make me regret my identity, when you know nothing at all about me.
-M. Hale
8.1.11
May 18, 2012
May 18, 2012 at 12:08 AM UTC
It's interesting how "I love you," can sound like a curse,
not wrapped up in the honeyed interior of love sonnet's verse.
Spat out like a viper, ready to feed:
"I freaking love you, OK?"
Interesting how that's all you need.
-M. Hale
9.5.11
May 18, 2012
May 18, 2012 at 12:07 AM UTC
Losing a lot in leaving here.
Letting go each time at liftoff,
Learning loving you is the longest lane I let myself allow.
Loneliness looms large again,
Little will be done to lock it,
Loosen, let go, live on.
Let the turbulence dull.
-M. Hale
10.11.11
May 18, 2012
May 18, 2012 at 12:03 AM UTC
Sometimes I worry
that our differences outweigh
the similarities.
I guess I keep you around
because when I am afraid of the dark,
you are always the first to point out
the
stars.
-M. Hale
5.17.12
May 18, 2012
May 18, 2012 at 12:01 AM UTC
A black hole looms
and my worst fears are realized.
I don't have
words
enough
to
fill
it.
for AGM
Mar 25, 2012
Mar 25, 2012 at 8:47 PM UTC
The veil is drawn now.
How I wish it was ripped instead.
I'm reluctant to believe in the light...
but for you I must.
RIP, KPD
Mar 25, 2012
Mar 25, 2012 at 8:46 PM UTC
I'll never forget the sight of you.
I wanted to liquefy the moment
and drink it in slowly.
Mar 25, 2012
Mar 25, 2012 at 8:45 PM UTC