You were covered in snow
And that is the last time I met you
The first was a farce
You pretended was the truth;

Now you dangle in the cold
And I in your dice
You died for me

I waited for you in the ice.

she's the tender glow of the gloomy moon;
pale and vibrant and emphatic
it's her eyes that made this withered garden bloom
this rose's breaths are erratic-
eighteen was her name, her smile was embracing
and her age is my childhood love:
it's always young, and it does not displace
she is coming, she was here

i screen my phone for dopamine
a hit of pixels
to soothe.

messages from you
are cradled in my fist.

In quiet nights,
in silent eves
when all the light
just up and leaves
and all that I
have left to see
are silver sparkles
in the blackness
of infinity.

When no one talks,
and strangers walk
just passing on
until they are gone;

Long,
before the dawn
when I’m alone
so far from home,

the face I wear
loses its grin.
The joy I share
dims from within
as I am left realizing
that once again
there is no one else,
there is no true friend
cause all we are
are fading water skins.

Though, I go on
most cannot maintain.
They lose the pace,
then fade away.

Though I survive
all the shades I face,
all I see is dark black
coming right back
to take the grey
and watch
the falling flesh
start to decay.

Though, I love these
cold moon lit eves
sometimes I need
the light of day
and a goodnight’s sleep
to wash away the grief
of things that were
and things I know
are yet to be.

Adult Alternative Poem

not for the young, reserved just for the young, just at heart,
your skin, face, crinkled, for smiling is you resting face positivity,
you daily existence free of punctuation, no separation,
your body tilted, falling forward, only direction the chest understands

your words sewn on tapestry of silence, yet voices never stilled,
fingertips spark on command when touch is earnest, casual, fierce,
Bublé, Sting, Daughtry, Allison and Adele, ****** tears commingling,
read her your love poetry & her chest breathing, your oxygen tube

easy to be an adult when the alternatives are all
proximity discoverable, nearness constant, distance an irrelevancy,
age just another construct and love, an ageless deconstruction+
unfinished reconstruction, adult alternative channel, our only playlist

The message is fast,
Knowledge is cast,
In the air and we grasp.

In just one blink,
Everything in one click,
In many pages we pick.

Friends are many,
Are they really plenty,
In FB but not in reality.

Friends across oceans,
They are really many,
But who can you really see.

The Stone Age touch,
Are remembered,
As etched in stone.

These days of fast blink,
Friendship can end,
By just one click.

I really don’t have much time left
really want to spend all my time with you again.

It’s been a year
I’m missing you so badly each day passes
Yes we’ve chat, we catch up a few times.
But the bond isn’t the same as last time
Because you probably move on already

I love you so much, I’m sorry to say it now
Because when you want hear it so badly I couldn’t say it out. Time will tell. And time really tell, how can I love you when it’s been a year?

Don’t made me a fool
because of you I look a ******* fool
I put so much efforts just to get close to you again.


‘seen’

Life is a lesson
and this world has learned enough
gone in one last puff

                                    Kelly McManus