Until I find you
I lay awake
Before I fall asleep

Trying to imagine

What it would be like
What it would feel like
To hold you in my arms

To taste your lips as they quiver for another kiss
Then you would grab my neck with intent
Pulling me closer
Holding me harder
As I run my fingers down the curves of your body

Feeling......
Every........
Inch......

Slowly.....
So slowly.....
Just so I can see.....

You...

To get a glimpse of the truth hidden behind your lips

I want to feel your heart beat
Thumping on my chest

I want to hear your voice
Please sing to me
Please stay with me
Please don't leave me

Again.....

As I fall from this dreamality
And realize it's nothing more than just another moment of insanity

I still hear you
I still feel you

Darling until I find you
Life will be just a preview

By the creek we sit dormant
Filling the empty spaces with sensational ornaments
Like a Christmas tree
We can be turned from plain
To extraordinary
All it takes is for you to sit and be still
So that one day
You can be the ruler of your world as well

Orange and yellow
Exploding with memories like pinpricks and broken glass
"Tiger Lilly's, that's your flower"
"Why tiger Lilly's?"
"Bright and lovely, they suit you. You know you deserve better than what you give yourself. You're more than this drug fiend you say you are"
He drank seven beers at breakfast, the waitress looks over disapprovingly
"Talk to me tell me how you have been, I worry about you."
I eye the empty beers and say nothing
Worried about me while his own addiction flourishes in front of me
His worry for me was a distraction from his own crumbling
"You taste like ashes, everything tastes like ashes"
"I trust you"
Letting go of you with every breath
Goodbye friend
I miss you

Fleeting, rolling days, weeks,
years of half-memories with
no faces,
but places - parks,
playgrounds, forests, ditches -
in which youthful time was
spent without a thought for
permanence or preservation.
The "best years of your life"
twisted, tarnished, pastel-
smeared to indistinguishable
faces, places, seasons,
feelings, fears, loyalties -
scrunched up and abandoned;
left to seep inside a clockwork mind
teeming with trivial tenterhooks
and patchwork recollections.

Walking in the garden,
I stepped onto the grass
Barefoot,
And revelled in the tingles
On the soles of my feet
That made me smile.

The grass was wet.
Absently, I sat myself down
And felt the grass in my hands...
'The grass is wet,' I thought,
'It feels nice, cool and peaceful,
But water doesn't catch fire...'

*Can the fire inside me burn in serenity?
Or will it burn out my peace
And c
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          s
         u
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           e
               me?

she silences herself now
so that one day she may be heard
she chooses to study now
so that one day she may succeed
she chooses to stay home now
so that one day she may go out
she chooses to shy away now
so that one day she may be social
she chooses to not think about love now
so that one day she may find it
she chooses to put away her ambitions now
so that one day she may achieve them

everyday she chooses to put aside her wants and her needs
in the hopes of a brighter future and better life ahead
everyday she dies a little
in the hopes of being able to truly live one day

but who is to guarantee that that day will come?
who may guarantee her a future at all?
who can guarantee that she will wake up the next morning?
is there any guarantee that she will even live to see the days she has spent her whole life working for?

to live in the moment; or not to live in the moment;
that is the real question

Time flies like a love fuelled poet
Leaping through multiple dimensions
Of the universe of heart and language,

Firing metaphors into the night;
Stabbing wildly at the dark world
Blind souls percieve, with

The intent of a god, angry, then
Un-angry, then furiously,  
Calmly creating,

Sleeping only to recharge-
Letting pen cool down from the
Friction.

For one year and a day, I have
Posted. Greeted poetry
Hello, and danced.

Feet in love with the floor, I
Sit down only to watch the
Others.

Some swirl with veteran steps,
Others try on moves in unsure rhythms
And new, uncomfortable shoes.

One leads the other; challenges,
Encourages. I lean back and take in
The words and lines of breathing poets

That all come together, as
One perfect
Poem.

Outside night time winds
In birch monuments
And inside fire in
Its place

To their sounds
I doze and
Drift
Away