He guards the door and lays by my feet
and tries to keep me warm.
He watches our one-year-old play in the yard
and doesn't bark unless he means to warn.
And he brought tears to my eyes when you picked him
last Christmas from the pound five blocks away.
But he still looks for your truck and searches for your smell
and wishes you would have stayed.
Come home soon.
Jun 18, 2012
Jun 18, 2012 at 4:28 PM UTC
I rock to sleep a brown-eyed beauty
and hum a tune you once played for me.
A haunting melody,
intended for harmony,
quiets her tears but unleashes mine.
She may never know the way
a lullaby sounds
as it leaves your lips.
Come home soon.
Jun 18, 2012
Jun 18, 2012 at 4:20 PM UTC
With a gluttonous obesity that devours love,
spits up lust,
and snacks on a
high-carb
pre-cooked
combination of the two,
we're counting calories consumed
with a track record of lovers,
regurgitating with regret and
binging again anyway when hunger pains strike.
Eventually we'll all suffocate
under the weight of the world.
May 27, 2012
May 27, 2012 at 2:52 AM UTC
i lifted my heavy body into the cold
when i heard you at the door
eyes red,
skin white.
you looked apologetic
and i, unforgiving
you stripped to the bone
to hold me close
and let my anger dissolve
one choked-out tear at a time
i yelled
and you listened
i finally
felt forgiven
and we drove away from the pain.
and when we stopped
you bought me a dreamcatcher.
but the irony i found is that,
my dear,
the only dream I'll ever have
is you.
Mar 10, 2012
Mar 10, 2012 at 6:24 PM UTC
knees bruised from kneeling
on the cold shower floor
you're out getting high,
and i'm pushing a prayer
eyes torn at the edges and
wet from salvation
i'm lost in translation
i am left bare
Mar 10, 2012
Mar 10, 2012 at 6:07 PM UTC
the hum of the fan, one that refuses to cool any part of the stifling room, is the only sound,
with the constant turn of the blades bearing a likeness to the steady rotation of
words and
sentences and
incomplete thoughts
thrashing about in my skull.
tossing and
turning and
back again.
lying sleepless and increasingly frustrated at the impossibilities I've constructed for myself,
in a fortress,
if you will,
of determined failure.
i've become distracted with false fantasies of adequate replacements.
i've reached for hands to hold to keep mine from interlacing alone.
i've cried out to the walls, to the ceiling, to the emptiness,
but i want to come home.
i miss Your merciful assurance lulling me to sleep.
but i've forgotten the way to You, and i'm terribly lost.
i am
selfish, ungrateful,
and altogether useless,
but i promise to try
if You'll guide me back in.
please.
tossing and
turning and
back again.
Jul 7, 2011
Jul 7, 2011 at 8:45 AM UTC
The fields of wheat sway to the melody of the wind,
surrounding us in a torrent of ecstasy
as we lie draped in the fallen leaves.
You design a daydream for us to share
and whisper it in my ear,
the thrill of possibility lacing your every word.
As conversations of distant hopes fade to impatient sighs,
Silence falls and begs us to hear
the deep breaths we take in turn.
An enchanting lullaby and a reassurance,
reminding us we'll have the time.
So we'll postpone our longing
until the arriving morning,
once again.
I love waiting with you, my dear.
Jun 25, 2011
Jun 25, 2011 at 10:57 PM UTC
when your knees fit into their puzzle piece places,
tucked away
into the bends of my legs,
and your fingers rake across the rows of my ribcage,
suddenly stopping
the heart beating beneath,
when your fruit flavored breath,
mixed with faint cigarette,
hovers delicately
between our lips,
and your voice
and your sigh
and your hips
and your eyes
dance circles in my sleep-deprived mind,
I become the witness
to the marks of perfection
being etched throughout the night.
and in our tossing
and turning
and fervent destroying
of any torturous distance
we find,
our souls are colliding,
our hearts intertwining,
and I'm cursing the time
that forces goodbye.
May 3, 2011
May 3, 2011 at 7:46 PM UTC
I lost a part of me
on the night that you let me
stare deep into your eyes,
This semblance of control that
I'll lose time and again
with your every whisper and sigh.
And no matter the distance
and no matter the time,
my thoughts are incessantly encompassed in you.
And I can't help but wonder
if as you're pulling me under,
it's precisely what I need you to do.
But the fear of the fall,
despite the beauty of it all,
reminds me of the possible pain.
So you'll have to chip away at my resolve
and gently pull down my shield,
embracing imperfections that remain.
Because in your absence, I've found that I'm absent
of every emotion
indicating that I'm still alive.
And I think I may need you
to revive my whole being,
I may need you just to survive.
Mar 30, 2011
Mar 30, 2011 at 10:54 AM UTC
With a shining smile
and erupting laughter,
the crowd's engulfed
in my one-liners and easy joy.
We're singing
and swaying,
and I'm participating.
I play along throughout the day.
My award-winning role,
I am
the actress.
So take a seat in front of my stage,
and prepare your hands for a burst of applause
as I fall into fiction.
I will memorize these lines,
I will become my character,
I will forget the reality of
happily never after.
The end.
Mar 26, 2011
Mar 26, 2011 at 1:45 PM UTC