Transform me, dear child
Show me your visions
Help me find Hope in my name.
For I've been listening
To Peacelessness in my veins.
Your time here isn't done
Battles rage without a single one won
The Lies reach past fingertips
And Truth is painfully shy.
Please restore my faith.
Say those kind words you always manage to say.
People crane their necks
For leaders left and right
But you and I know
Leadership moves forward
With flashlight eyes in the night.
Nov 13, 2015
Nov 13, 2015 at 10:02 AM UTC
Look far into the distance
What do you see?
There's a semblance of something
Tragic.
Green blurs to yellow and orange and red
Falling upon the Earth's bountiful head.
She combs through her hairs until they're prepped for her shower.
She awaits the shampoo to arrive.
And what do we do?
We stamp out the paths we need
For our little maggot selves to pass through.
It's time we stop carving out cavities
Into the head of the place we call home.
She feeds us
And clothes us
And lulls us to sleep
Remaining selfless despite arrhythmia's creep.
Nov 13, 2015
Nov 13, 2015 at 9:34 AM UTC
It is no accident that we have palms
With fingers extending from them
For when we unite our two hands,
They become a blooming flower.
We can follow the veins with our eyes
From fingertips to hearts
Blushing red.
Pumping into us another day
Another hope
Another dream
To find within ourselves the petals
To water faithfully.
I have watered fatefully.
Yet my flower has grown too long
In chilly dark basements
With mold growing in the corners and
Cobwebs decorating cracking walls.
I’ve only the strength to crack a thin beam of light
To dance upon the corners of my flower.
When will the music invite more?
Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 2:37 PM UTC
The seeds are pressed gently into their crevices
Like hair follicles on my skin
Skin so tender
Turns so red
When juice leaks down
Sweet and bitter all at once.
Sweet
Because I heard only children cry
When they scratch their knees
Or mommy dropped them off at day care.
Yes, I have been there.
Bitter
Because I heard only children cry
Yet the space between my eyes
Carries a bridge between two worlds
That will never seem to collide.
I have reached the tender green top
My reminder of the earthly wonder
Of peace
Even in tumultuous minds.
I long to run my fingers through the grass
And listen to the sweet nothings the wind whispers
In my ear.
Sweet nothings leave bitter somethings far from near.
Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 11:25 PM UTC
He said that monsters and hunters
Occupied his room.
Searching for him.
Lurking in the shadows
Of train tracks
And construction sites.
Is anybody really safe?
All I could do was
Hold him.
Each shiver
Bubbling up on the surface
Of his body
Left me paralyzed.
Each clattering tooth
Was a reminder
Of the empty basements
And windowless, doorless rooms
I shivered in once
Or twice.
I reminded him
To let light linger
In the shadows.
Shivering ceased.
The dark feels colder
When you travel it alone.
Feb 22, 2014
Feb 22, 2014 at 3:51 PM UTC
The shadows of your dreams cover your path:
False shapes bereft of warmth and gentle love.
They do engage in calculated wrath,
Hands reaching out to claw and push and shove.
But daytime swung its ax on nighttime’s noose;
You rose and ran first thing into my slumber
My eyes did slit your yells when they turn’d loose;
Not yet have I awoke to this day’s number.
Yet time does age us, now, ever so slightly
Serenity becomes you as you wake
And I will take the paths you tread so lightly
And pluck the claws from darkness for your sake.
Take journeys deep within your world inside,
So I may find within you a new pride.
Feb 14, 2014
Feb 14, 2014 at 12:08 PM UTC
It is past midnight.
A light glows outside my window
Like warm *****
Welcome to New York City.
The self-loathing,
Self-loving city.
I am a proud citizen of this
American Isle,
In the most un-American style.
No white picket fence
Can be seen for miles
(Unless you count barricades
of graying snow that leaves
blizzard scars on my boots)
But those scars are worth it.
The clang of metal wheel
Against metal track
In the literal underside
When high life meets
Low life
And the hair cells in my ears
Shiver
From each rhythmic heart beat:
Is worth it.
But when I feel the need
To write of ***** and light
In the same sentence
In order to preserve my thoughts
From being trapped
Permanently inside my head
Inside these white walls,
Which I have decorated with
Rainbow colors
In order to prevent the room
From looking like a mental institution,
It doesn't seem worth it anymore.
My life belongs to a city of commitments.
One where love has graced me
With its presence
And where I can hide
In dead ends and public alleys
Without fear of being caught
For being who I am
By the people who are supposed to
Know me best.
Feb 8, 2014
Feb 8, 2014 at 10:50 AM UTC
We keep our eyes closed deeply
Traipsing into the severed night.
Pandora's box of thoughts
Invades our mind's delight.
Yet even when earthly eyelashes
Capture tears
From the insomnia of the moon
We oft forget to ask about her.
It is the sun's turn to loom.
One night I'll prop my elbows by the window
And wonder with my eyes:
What's lurking in your shadows, moon,
Leading to your silent cries?
Answer she may, or she may not
That is not why I ask.
I hope to bring her fullness back
So she may shine at last.
Feb 8, 2014
Feb 8, 2014 at 10:43 AM UTC
I used to believe in the magic of eyelashes.
I would find one on my cheek
After rubbing my eyes "good morning."
I stared it down from my finger
As the words to make the wish
Would formulate in my mind,
Watching the long, thin hair
Like the slits of my mother's mistrustful eyes
When her cherry-colored face
Shakes with vigor opposite
My father, gaunt.
The wind gathered strength
Inside of me,
The eyelash would float away -
A black dandelion.
How many eyelashes does it take
To stop the stickiness
Rolling toward my chin?
One day I may find my eyes bare
With no way
To stop the blotches of ink from smudging
On the paper that I write on.
But that's if I still believed in the magic of eyelashes.
Dec 27, 2013
Dec 27, 2013 at 3:49 PM UTC
I breathed in fear and exhaled
magnetic force.
Our bodies were not yet ready
to touch.
I bent
my knees,
his did the same
And we dragged the tips
of our feet across
The wooden floor
so slow
so methodic
Like walking on water
Forward
Left Right
Back
Then a (hip) twist (but no shout)
Then he folded his hand around
Mine
Like holding a dove
And embraced me with
The other
And I felt
I could move
to his power
forever.
Nov 24, 2012
Nov 24, 2012 at 12:01 AM UTC