sometimes it is there
a hint, a gleam, a glare-
a pulse.
the silent echo of my thoughts
scream from my unparted lips.
whisper loudly that
I could, no, not possibly
care less.
sometimes, i find that you’re here
like a ghost, your phantom form will appear
and engulf.
a transparent wave falls
over my head and I am unable to swim.
tread water that is really air.
particles fly by my hands
and then suddenly i’m aware.
you’ve left a trace,
a vestige upon my mind.
a mark, in a place
somewhere in time.
imprint still fading,
i touch at the dust and
my hands feel *****
but leave every surface clean.
Apr 12, 2014
Apr 12, 2014 at 3:08 AM UTC
conversations are apocalyptic
your thoughts ring cryptic
the light behind your eyes is out
filament broken, candescent doubt.
distant life, a better time
and now you speak a cynics line.
a mind divided, a heart forlorn
tedium heeded, mundanity mourned.
your days seem numbered
comfort through slumber
your path moves slow,
inhibition unencumbered.
pleasure is tasteless
your smile is null
your neurons are wasting
their time in your skull
your voice found quiet,
defiant heartbeat unheard
but in your ears
it is as loud as a funeral dirge
minds recesses untidy,
soul’s embers are flighty
the heat of this bulb is on its way out
mechanism dilapidated, candescent doubt
Apr 5, 2014
Apr 5, 2014 at 2:07 AM UTC
you must reach inside
and turn on the light
and with a flicker
your eyes will come to life
too long, you’ve spent here in the dark
this earth is yet to feel your mark
your silence is a burning fear,
a great crime,
when you have beautiful words
to share
go to a place where
your voice is unbroken
and listen to the thoughts
yet still unspoken
Apr 5, 2014
Apr 5, 2014 at 1:29 AM UTC
overwinter
you’re going to be with me
for the rest of the winter
i’ll watch the snowflakes melt in your hair.
the wind has hardened your skin
and now it softens against mine.
we thaw
our crystallized notions
congealing into a warm embrace.
if we retain our attraction,
our heat,
the cold won’t get us.
and this moment, this season
can remain in overwinter,
forever.
yet soon
our emotions will brew
into a perilous blizzard.
blinded by this universes quake,
and with our thoughts
whited out,
we cannot see.
we'll cling together,
shivering, frozen
cold,
a lover's tableau
shaken,
inside a static snow-globe
Apr 5, 2014
Apr 5, 2014 at 1:17 AM UTC