the goddess of the moon
manipulates the diamond filled sky
an overwhelming darkness
where love is in the light
Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 5:51 PM UTC
I was a single monkey I drew him in my world
typing the opening of my Hamlet. I write him in my lines.
different from all I had ever known a love that will only die with me.
every atom belonging to me as good the heart that keeps mine beating.
It belongs to her You were none
Her soul was beautiful now you’re all.
and she kept it veiled his swiftest blow,
lightly-laced humility and fear we righted our mistakes
with a strangely aching heart I trusted in his honest utterance.
I and this mystery, here we stand. Oh blind cupidity! insane anger!
She went out like a firefly, I never broke my faith
The heart hoards its thorns my heart is always propped up
Just as the rose profligates. in a field ready for the next arrow
I wondered about you when you told me never to leave.
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 12:48 AM UTC
symphony of the sea
the storm a delirious scream
whispering in a frantic language
the vow of our universe
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 12:37 AM UTC
a delicate scream of
the tremendous universe:
heaven is as infinite as the sea
Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 9:24 PM UTC
There's never enough tea, she said,
a single, cold finger tracing the lip
of an empty mug.
Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 9:22 PM UTC
If it’s rainbows and unicorns,
sunshine and daises
laughter that makes your abs clench,
eyes water,
leaving you rolling on the floor,
gasping for air
to fill your deflated lungs…
Maybe it’s not depression.
If it’s days and nights
and nights and days
focusing on one error,
the disappointment in
your parents eyes,
they way they shake their heads
when you tell them you messed up.
It’s been over a month,
they all moved on,
but your still holding on,
analyzing the way you messed up,
until the next mistake comes along.
Maybe it’s depression.
If you’re strict
on the presentation of
your clothes,
images,
hiding the scars,
never wearing black
more than twice a week,
painting a smile
more days than not…
Maybe it’s depression.
If you've groveled
at the feet of the devil,
wrangled your sorrows,
bribing yourself that tomorrow,
you’ll get out of bed.
For the first time in days,
you’ll take the risk
of the world putting
too much weight on your shoulders…
It is depression.
If you've prayed
that the weight of it
won’t crush your bones,
mash your spirits,
turn you into a hollowed out cave
of limestone in the dirt.
Prayed that it won’t
blast away the last
of your ability to make it
through the night.
It is depression.
If you've wondered
whether you inherited this monster,
from your mother
or father
or did it manifest itself
inside your head?
Was it prepared
To make your life
living hell-
even more than imagined.
Enough
so that every molecule
every atom of your being
aches with sorrow
that cannot be placated.
Not with crying,
Not with laughter,
Not with enough sleep
to classify you as comatose.
Inexorable from the mind,
a demon with hands
constantly wrapped
around your neck,
ready to squeeze
at a moment’s notice.
Like demons,
Depression will keep its hold
until you crumble.
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 10:07 PM UTC
A battle,
in a great and terrible war,
fought by man
against the beast
raging inside:
fate decides the day.
Swords were drawn
in the shape
and size
of a needle.
Poisons were flung
in the form
of chemotherapy
and radiation.
Our hero fought valiantly
in the battle
against the beast
cancer.
5 weeks at war,
alas,
the best was victorious.
Cancer was stronger
but our hero
is not forgotten.
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 8:22 PM UTC
"How" he asks
"does cancer happen?"
He holds a time bomb
over his head.
Tick-Tock
Tick-Tock
The first as one year.
365 days
to decide where death
was going to bring us.
buried or cremated
home or hospital
fight or flight
Tick-Tock
Tick-Tock
The second was 6 months
182 days
half the time
to decide where death
was taking us.
better or worse
fight or sleep
continue or stop
Tick-Tock
Tick-Tock
The last was days,
the total unknown
while traitor cells continue
to spread chaos
sleep or sleep
sleep or sleep
life or peace
Tick-Tock
Tick-Tock
"Cancer" I answer
"Happens when cells
decide to not listen,
they go crazy."
5 weeks, he chose.
make peace with the past
find sleep,
find relief.
Tick-Tock
Tick...
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 3:57 PM UTC