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Stefan Petersen Sep 2014
I remember seeing you
Not for the first time
Hopefully not the last
But with a “beep beep” you were already gone
Left little more than a cloudy statue
Where you used to be
I turned coughing and wheezing
Around your smoky expression
Only to see a series of foot prints
Not away from
Me
but certainly not towards me
While you've been gone
ALL I've heard from you
is of the numerous other ferocious beasts
you've been
running
from
Well i’m no Wile-E
but seems to me
From the start
There must not have been that strong of a tie
to begin with.
and although I do look it
I’m NOT a coyote
and since we’re here
From the start
you were not that tastiest of prey
in every sense of it
So be off with you
While I practice
Autocannibalism
Stefan Petersen Sep 2014
I woke up in a fettered heat
Salty terror swam down my brow
I dreamt I was a grape
Naturally round, and unblemished
Wind blew through the land expressing its curving calligraphy
The rustle passed through the trees writing me notes
It blew through the grass painting with texture
It hit my little home
A grape vine crew house
I poured my contents to you
Receiving my umbilical unnecessary return
We were brothers born on the same vine
I awoke to a desert heat causing our connection to break
The further we BOTH fell
The further the beads of sweat slid down my cheek.
This is the way
It
Is
It is
a day dream
As I hit the ground rolling away.
It is
a lack of connection in the first place.
A "crew house" is like a hostel for people who work on boats
and THE grape vine is a crew house here in Antibes, France
Stefan Petersen Jul 2013
I hear words like "***" phrases like "God hates gays".
while these men are my brothers
and i love my family
you sling out wrath as if you're on a war path
some ancient crusade justified by your pride
so secure on a high horse.
I find myself hating you
because you're the problem the world clings to
How many places are we going to crack the mosaic of humanity?
i swear we're bout to shatter.
But you don't seem to think they matter.
like a snake you spit up venom death on your breath
the destruction in your wake
that you say is for gods sake
It makes me sick.
but i'm still wrought with the thoughts of my mother
that you're my other brother
...f#$*ing hate family.
But an eye for an eye makes the whole world blind
x'cept for that last guy who's got problems with depth perception
Now i see why our minds only have one eye
We all see in shallow pools of decrepit perceptions corrupt intentions
I just want to swim into the deep blue unknown
Float there all alone
Sea of tranquility
Then i come to reality
I still have water wings on
And how can i call you arrogant when my life is decaying all around me
But please before rigamortis sets in, stop saying you know the word sin
as much as I hate the prejudice wrought by you
id rather stand in between you two,
gouge out my own eye and die than make the devil cry.
Stefan Petersen Jun 2013
a wide expanse and a desolate precipice
black holes, whirlpools, and quick sand
where are you beyond where i can see?
an apprehensive allure caresses my curiosity
have i been wandering for too long
lost among infinite mirages
the horizon is uneventful, and too far away  
compared to this anomaly before me
my repertoire compels me to move on
my heart says i've gone on too long
because there is no better a death
than a death in excelence
Stefan Petersen Mar 2013
I always loved puzzles
as a kid waiting for his food
crayon in hand
the adults are talking adult things
things i never wanted to hear
submerged in simplicity i'll solve the maze
subliminally i internalize
things like adultery and kidnapping
all i wanted to be was a kid napping
why do we become as childish as adults
searching for answers when we don't know the questions
I need money!
I need to be funny!
I need to be strong!
I can never be wrong!!
STOP! sink have a drink
we can talk, walk and stalk the reason for remaining
life is such a perplexing puzzle
no picture of how it's supposed to be
swirls of red love caress the edges
they're all i've managed so far
Stefan Petersen Mar 2013
a simple kiss sets the light of the night
the sun is setting on the beach but we just lay tight in twilight
every moment is one we bathe in
not disappointed to see them pass because the next is so inviting
we don't clamor for the future either
i will never again love you the way i do now
so lets let time flow as smooth as your skin
as smooth as the sand that falls through the glass
i will count every grain every second i get to spend with you
when we're old we'll have a beach to walk on
building castles with our memories
we can live here together
i'll be buried under the cascade of our myriad of adventures
we'll look back on our prints and watch them slowly wash away by the turning tide
we'll giggle and wiggle our toes
i'll grasp your hand as the hour comes to a close
a single tear will fall down your cheek
because the next grain is humble and meek.
Stefan Petersen Mar 2013
love is an ocean and i'm a boat
for so long, i had run aground
dried up and barren
the tide came in and you swept me away
the things we see together
mirrored sunsets
and bright nights
not artificial but raw and alien
love is the ocean and you're my moon
reflected off the water into my eye
when i can't see you then i can't see myself
not to mention the deserted island dead ahead
but when you shine, you shine the brightest
i'll sing sweet lullabies
and be rocked to sleep by the tides you pull
these waters may get rough
but as the crests smash my bow and brow
ill look up from these drip drop eyes to you
and know we'll see it through
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