I sit on my couch, look to my right,
ruffles from your feet get caught in sunlight.
I look to my couch and think I don't care,
but I just can't stand that you're not there.
I get in my car, I pull away slow,
empty CD cases where the passengers go.
I drive as I do, and see what I see,
but I just can't stand that you're not next to me.
I look at my bed, not touched since the morn,
it cries out with imprints of bodies held and worn.
I look at the pillows, see some of your hair,
and remember how much I wish you were there.
I look at my side; my shoulder, my hand,
cry lightly that they're all alone once again.
Whether it's been one hour, or an entire year,
I'll never get over how you aren't here...
Nov 11, 2013
Nov 11, 2013 at 1:56 PM UTC
I run my hand along your face,
I lose my troubles, my thoughts that race
I kiss your head to make you smile,
and all the pain leaves for a while
I rub my fingers down your arm,
mutually under each others charm
I hold my lips unto your own,
I find a comfort, I find a home
I hold my gaze unto your eyes,
no more sunset, only sunrise
I hold my body against yours, dear
I want you here...
I need you here...
Oct 16, 2013
Oct 16, 2013 at 9:09 PM UTC
The American Flag, though left unfurled,
strains against its own pole, curled
taut, obscured, unrecognizably meek,
blown off course by the very wind it seeks.
Wrapped so tight around a pole
which promised to let it fly, whole
and unhindered, as a sign to all,
but has worked against it in this squall.
The very freedom it believed to gain
has shown only to be false and vain.
Mar 13, 2013
Mar 13, 2013 at 10:26 AM UTC
Follow the ladder on my arm,
I made it myself.
I use it to put my hopes
out of reach on a shelf.
The higher I put them,
the more rungs I add...
the higher I put them,
the more I am sad...
Follow the ladder on my arm,
it's here to stay.
Come with me,
if you may...
Mar 3, 2013
Mar 3, 2013 at 6:10 PM UTC
I have a ticket
on the train of thought,
leaving 0810, platform 4, Logic Station,
heading to the
Farthest Possible Conclusion.
I hope it doesn't derail.
Feb 7, 2013
Feb 7, 2013 at 9:08 PM UTC
My drum is hollow; there is no beat.
Only the winds of change blow against it,
in bitter mockery of the lush resonance
it will never achieve.
Jan 30, 2013
Jan 30, 2013 at 9:46 PM UTC
When I asked you
to return my love,
I expected
your open arms. Not
a brown package
of all that we had.
Jan 22, 2013
Jan 22, 2013 at 9:52 AM UTC
Sunlight pours in;
and memories wash over me
of the sunsets bathing you
in sanguine tears.
Jan 19, 2013
Jan 19, 2013 at 2:04 PM UTC
The shores of time, the cosmic coast,
and the grains of sand, their shadows will cast
the footsteps of my life, and of my past.
If from the future my gaze does part,
I'll not be able to see my start.
Looking back from where I stand,
I'll not see footsteps in the sand.
They will be gone, for nothing can save
them from the tides of the wave
or from the gust of the wind.
Jan 10, 2013
Jan 10, 2013 at 12:15 PM UTC
I thought the hardest part
would be choosing how;
But I can see instead
that it's saving my world
or shattering yours...
Dec 29, 2012
Dec 29, 2012 at 11:58 PM UTC