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Michael Humbert May 2015
Hark! Look to the sky!
Grim portents of grave importance

A ****** of crows
And the blackness grows

As we beg for salvation
Yet blessed with damnation
Michael Humbert May 2015
For all the things I've done
She was probably the one I hurt most
With words like daggers
And still I stagger from what I did

I'll internalize this shame
Metabolize in vain
You see my brain won't let me see another day
Without remembering
And all I do is pray you're happy
Michael Humbert May 2015
(n.):* the kind of bitterness plaguing your tongue no matter how you drown it in liquor
  May 2015 Michael Humbert
Hollow
If her hair was like seaweed
Pulling me into those surfing blue eyes
I would forever have sailed
Upon the waves of her sadness,
Dripping tears into her
Lonely waters

She spoke to me like
A mother speaks to her baby
Soft, sweet and gentle
A pillow of kisses and compliments
Smiling

I was her lover
We had found a pretty paradise
Anchored and secure arm in arm
Rich in happiness
Hand in hand
Dancing in the rain

Just as simply as
We mistook temporary as forever
The power of loss spread it's
Feared wings
For distance accompanies all
Reconciliation

Ah, but to dwell within a hell
Self created shell of hindsight
Even harder to
Move forward from the
Comfortable bed
The silent room
The touch-less relapse
Of memory addiction

The daydream fix
Of a what-if ******
The foot planted firm
Atop excuses
Atop excuses
Atop good excuses

Eventually, get over it
Becomes a favorite phrase
As I grow bitter
Suppressed
Full of emotional
Pressure

And now
I wait for something to come
No contingency plan
For the most lazy cause of action
Just dizziness
Windowpanes to reflect my futile
searching eyes
Rain, to pitter patter a lost voice
away
And a dreamy nap

May I stay here
Michael Humbert May 2015
I'd close my eyes and dream forever
If it meant you'd never leave my side
  May 2015 Michael Humbert
Chris
.

How did this happen,
amidst words, phrases,
stones skipped on poetic ponds
Not looking for or expecting
a touch to the heart, a caress,
yet it came

I fell, head first into a joy,
a blissful feeling
I had not felt before
You said the same,
wishes made on coins tossed
had finally come true

Holding hands without touching,
kissing over counted miles
and borderlines of snow flurries
We sang together, harmonies,
lyrics of love from our hearts,
melodic compositions formed of dreams

Picked flowers, daisies, tulips
from the gardens of pure affection
blooming all around us
It seemed no walls,
barriers could hold us back
as we ran towards each other

Then appeared a river, wide, deep
A chasm of worry and fear
was flowing across our paths
Now a deluge of falling tears
filling, overflowing its banks
making footing uneasy, difficult

And we sit on opposite sides
staring at each other, reaching
for something that seems so far out of reach
Dark clouds roll in, threatening
but we stay, standing on the muddy shores
wondering what will become of us in this flooding

I shout, “I will swim to you!”
But your eyes are too wet
and your heart is a breaking levee
Diving in anyway I am swept away,
pulled under, unable to breathe, choking
watching you fade in the distance

Hope is gone, fears have overshadowed desires
drowning in what is lost,
trapped in the rapids of disappointment
When a hand grabs me, lifts me, saves me…
I open my eyes now on the other side to see,
it is yours
Michael Humbert May 2015
Beaten, slit open, and bled
Eviscerated piñata
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