My thoughts, unable together to piece, are left
          drip drop dripping away no! no!
Scattered? Scattered discovery inconsistently applied
          and forgotten, yes.
They all go insane, Brothers of Icarus, driven on;
          please stop, too much; to ask that is.
The broken heart is blind
but the broken mind can't close its eye.

Why is it so much easier
to write a sad poem than a happy one?
Well, I suppose a poem's like a scar
and happiness rarely leaves a scar.

I guess when I am truly happy
like, my-jaw-hurts-from-smiling happy,
the pen doesn't seek my hand.
If we were continuously and eternally happy
would there be any art at all?

A happy life would be terribly uninteresting.

This is a happy poem.
Not because I am happy
but because I am content.
Content with the scars I've earned,
content with the love I've lost
and the love I have found.
I have crawled in the shadows
and I've walked in the light.
Gray is only possible
if you know the black from the white.
I'll tell you a secret.
Never mind, it's mine to keep.
This is a happy poem.

We said it'd be easier with smartphones and Skype
The distance would shrink and the time would fly by
But every time I hear your voice on the phone
or your beautiful face appears on my screen
I can't help but feel alone
I can hardly hold back a scream

I'll always be yours and you mine
but where is you hand now
I need it to hold mine

I see a couple kiss outside on the lawn
I frown with jealousy
remembering you're gone

I just want to wake up with you next to me
I just want to come home and you undress me
Run your hands through my hair and kiss my cheek
If you come over now I'd keep you for weeks

I just want the sun to rise
and know it's the day
when you become my wife
and everything will be okay

The headphones go in. Sore Thumb begins.
I take a deep breath and get out of my car.
The guitar gently begins a pleasant melody
as my feet slide along the pavement.
A short walk, in both distance and time
but everything was still.

Eternity in a moment.

The drums join the guitar in perfect, unexpected cooperation,
my heartbeat and smile slightly augmented.
This is what we live for.
Sometimes we experience those moments that are without flaw,
so transitory yet frozen I nearly cry.
The skeletons of leaves scrape along the sidewalk.
A cold breeze sneaks under my sweater
giving me a chill that reminds me of the millions of nerves throughout my body.
I am alive, I am dead. I am all, I am none.
The vocals echo from a distant hallway.
Reminiscent, nostalgic, sentimental come to mind.
Rather than hear the soundtrack of my environment I imagine.
The vocals cut out and the song bursts into a colorful symphony.
With it bursts the deepest center of myself.
I arrive, my walk has come to an end
but I'll never forget that walk.

i would kiss your neck
hold you when you cry
but till that day comes
i'll see you on Skype

when your world becomes dark
i'll light up your phone
when you need more than my voice
you'll have to wait till i'm home

but it's okay
i know someday i'm gonna be with you

it's okay
i know someday i'm gonna with you

hug that pillow tight
and do your best to sleep
for when it's cold outside
we'll be sharing those sheets

Using only her eyes
her secrets were poured out.
From beneath all the lies
her pupils did shout...

"Treated as a thing
never as a person,
all the looks they did sting
all their words abusive.
I flinch as they walk by,
a dog expecting pain.
Days I wanted to die.
Days I couldn't stay sane.
But you see who I am
not what I do or say.
And when you touch my hand
all those days fade away"

A smile on her face
her lips began to part.
But I cut her words short,
"This is only the start"

Don't you love when
writing a poem seems
more like remembering
than creating

Plato said we never
actually learn something new
We only remember the forgotten

An idea easily dismissible
however...
sometimes this feels like
an accurate description of my experiences

Those clouds, about to burst with rain
                    remind me of something
Your smile, your frown
                   remind me of something
My idea of God
                    seems buried deep within me
That song, the emotions it evokes,
                    remind me of a time I can't remember
Her tears, those stains
                    seem vaguely familiar
His paintings, those cool, dark colors
                   make me feel at home
The way that proof glides along the lines of logic
                   reminds me of something intangible
The smell of homemade bread in the oven
                   reminds me of something inexpressible
That hurt you caused me
                   didn't come as a surprise
The contentment you gave me
                   didn't seem unprecedented

May your grace not be in vain

I will always remember

when he saw the nameplate
on his dull, grey cubicle,
it reminded him of an epitaph on a gravestone
sentencing him to a life
and death of reading e-mail

he would not be remembered
he would not be missed
but his inbox would never empty
and his boss would be ******.

their smiles and laughs surround me
energy drips from their teeth
but when the music stops
when their glasses are emptier than their wallets
each is without a home

they tell of the last time they were happy
the last time they loved something
the last time they knew they werent alone
each of these faint memories
revisited only as fantasies

dead presidents wont love you
and the night will never be your friend
her warm breath on your neck
will only remind you of the cold outside
his lustful grip around your hip
will only remind you youre still broken

i know youre lonely, i get it
but some cuts need more than a band-aid
some stomachs need more than bread
some people need more than people
i know youre hurt, i know youre lost
but i know youre loved
and i hope one day
youll know that to be true...

Silent from his perspective,
but she, raging within,
gave him a glance furtive,
and in return he gave a grin.

Here there was a connection.
One felt never before.
No need for deception.
She saw his very core.

And conversely, he saw her.
Inside her heart, a guest.
Or maybe an intruder?
Time will tell best.

Unless...

Well, maybe this is different.
Staying with him won't cost her rent,
and when to him her heart is lent,
a safer place it couldn't be sent.