"He was a skyscraper
she was a plane
she could surround him for hours
and nothing would change
until she began to fall
then he'd stand and stare
but only behind the glass
because that's how much he cared."

I sit here alone
wondering where my life is
where it all went wrong
despair haunts me
how I got involved
why I lost what love is

The days go on
just one at a time
waiting for the
goodbye to all the anxiety
to anger with myself
for surely I have suffered enough
through all these months

left unprotected
so lost
lost by your embrace
haunted by your words
I search around everywhere
for the passion and hopes of life
searching for the day chaos
no longer in my head
perhaps I won't feel so lost

I feel I am finding my way

Then

I want to scream..all I want to do is scream
I want my anger to go away
but its like a blazing flame
I want my despair to leave me
but I am drowning in pain
I want my sanity back
but I don't know where to find it

Birth:
the long,
clean,
feathered
pen,
dipping into the
just-filled cup of ink.
Life:
the deft,
curious strokes,
lying,
breathing
into the canvas
all the wonder
of emotion.
Death:
the splatter painted handle,
the feather-losing fray,
the crippled wrist of occasion,
with the upward stroke, instead of down.
the blot of black,
in the all white nothingness.

Meet me on the horizon,
where the sun's rays kiss the ground,
and we'll run away together
to a place we can't be found.
Just take my hand and trust your heart
and we'll step out of this town.
Meet me on the horizon,
its a place we can't be found.

I never would have guessed,
but neither would have you,
that love can somehow make sense
when it comes down to just us two.

I think in statistics,
and you in heartbeats.

I am. You are. I am. You are.
I am chemical-based, you are a meaningful scar.

You explore,
covet,
and hoard,
anything near you.

While I am
stuck,
looking at my addiction,
through a lens.

I am forever cursed:
to skim for importance,
to look only at the bigger picture,
to glance only with logic's borrowed eye,

but you are here beside me, and you take in every little detail.

To me, blood is but a fluid,
yet in your eyes,
it is the fuel for lovers and the ink for poetry.

You are feather pens, I am erasable chalk.

The insomniac that is so filled with dreamer-talk.
So enticed by the world, that you couldn’t close an eye.

My mind is logic, reasoning, and your complete opposite.
Every word has a different meaning in your perspective
and every syllable holds a secret—
     one you must find out.

I am textbooks and punctuality and schedules.
But you, you are the only person I can wait on.

This is a cycle with ragged edges, bizarre.
I am. You are. I am. You are.

We are combined; a marvelous oxymoron.

WOMEN-
Your very presence sends chills through my core-
All this living and wanting-
Your all I have been hoping for-
Your bittersweet-in every sense of that word-
You’re my world-and your curves make the verbs so beautifully heard-
And I hear you girl-
I hear your every thought-your every need and if I don’t then I will proceed to achieve and be the man you need-
Because your love I consider divine and everyday I thank the stars that you are mine and I am yours-
I will love you till the ocean doesn’t touch the shores-
Till snow is no longer cold-till the warmth in my heart doesn’t beat anymore-
I will love you till lemons turn sweet-I will always strive to be the man you need!

Richard Itskovich

I opened the door,
I let you in.
I showed you the real me,
I whispered all my secrets.
I flew with you,
I fell from the skies, alone.
I was mistaken,
I thought we're the best of friends.
I opened again the door,
I let you in.

© 2011