He sits there
Hoping she will
Say something

She says nothing
Hoping he will
Say something

He sits there
Quietly observing
The way she pretenses
Her thoughts
Erratically

She says nothing
Listening to his silence
Create a vocabulary of
Unspoken words

His sits there
Silently watching
The way she changes
Her moods
Sporadically

She says nothing
About the text message
She received with
His words of affection

*Meant for someone else

We craved something different,
we received more of the same.
Our souls reached this beautiful place;
hoping the fates will grant us domain.

Our memoirs fading in the night yet
the stars remember our names.
Emptiness breaks our hearts;
the blood dripping upon the flames.

These moments are deteriorating rapidly;
the hours crumbling from hefty disdain.
Absence of time destroys a promise;
our love is brutally slain.

Maybe, we give in too quickly;
thinking so much will change.
Perhaps, we give up too easily;
believing the end comes with the rain.

The first
shall be last;
early birds
choking on worms.

Our fallacy made
from lies; our
commitments made
from acrimony.

In darkness, we
hunt for something
palatable; collecting
the wages of sin.

A beautiful box
Placed on her pillow
Engraved with
His constant promises;
Coated with
His golden rules.

A small latch
Keeps something inside.

Her finger’s loving touch
Breach an opening;
Scent of escape flees.

Gold falls as dust
Engravings fade as vapor;
A beating heart
Revealed inside nestled
Within his written note
That reads:

*“I’m sorry.”

Twenty ticks and eleven tocks into a man’s day, the sixth of seven days for him to stare into the abyss of abandoned memories. Seeing her eyes staring back at him stirring the pain in his soul. Spirits of the past ascend from the void singing songs of antagonism. Recalling the moments that provoke his anger and summon his anguish.

He decides to satisfy the spirits of torment. A sacrifice. Reaching within the thorns of his body he removes his pride and lays it upon an altar of forgiveness. Letting go of all that he was and silencing his demons.

The sixth of seven days is now complete.

Waves washing gently
upon the shores;
cloudy printed sky.

I keep thinking
about her toes,
in the sand.

Dawn becoming dusk;
seeing the moonlight
on the sea.

She left me
anticipating our tomorrow,
along her footprints.

I yield;
the metronome has lost
it’s pulse.

Too much time vested
in the unending complexity.

Expectations laid the foundation;
the checkered board confounding
our movements.

Maybe we were the wrong players;
maybe I never understood the rules.

Those moments never wasted
because the lessons unabated
revealed the weakness
in my strategy to love you.

Influences of adversity
Pushing forward
Moving my presence
Towards absurdity
Music absorbing
The reverberation of
Negative thoughts
Ready to close
Weeping eyes and
Let spontaneity take
Control putting this
Reality on hold
Enormous chasms
Expands the distance
Between the seen and
The unseen
Leaping
Reaching
No fear
No thoughts
Soul riding winds
To the other side

Breathless words
Eulogized upon a
Stone.

Flashes of light
Illuminating shadows
Undisturbed.

Emotions lost
Within the unrelenting
Downpour.

Her restless spirit,
Laying next to his
Broken body,

Feeling the cold
Sleep of a heartless
Dreamer.

Quiet hour,
laying nestled
beneath imaginations.
Her head resting
upon his memories,
the faint scent of
affection still lingers.
Recalling each frame
that formed their moments,
feeling the sensations
that guided their journey;
touching the pages of adoration
that once told, their story.

He buries his heart
Beneath a bed of broken
Thorns feeling the autumn
Breeze becoming
Winter winds along a
Darkened sky carrying tiny
Shards of reality along his
Emotions slicing the pages
From his mind’s diary made
Cynical by the freezing
December night as the year
Enters another twilight pressing
Against his recollections of her
Promise signed “Always & Forever”

Quiet nights spent lying on a bed of nails,
feeling the ****** of tearful dreams.  
My conscious mind whispering judgment,
telling me that it can never be;
a broken heart, denying its true feelings
for the sake of expectation.

A lie meant to build barriers,
to prevent me from seeing the beauty
of the possibility.  
These quaking hands touching the pieces of hope,
tiny wisps escaping within the evening winds.
My intrepid spirit refuses to accept fate,
no longer believing in destiny.

Tonight, I will test the unseen;
to evoke the musings of the universe.
At this moment,
I am surrendering the impossibilities
and believing one day, you will be mine.

Beats echoed at night;
Spirit lifted from slumber.
She awakened me.

I've lost...
The meaning of delightful expression, vocabulary betrays my soul.
The way seemed so obvious, the journey towards the morning sky.
Though it rained everyday, we cared nonetheless;
lost within each other's adoration.

Poetry lied to my heart because
I believed epiphany's song.

I've lost...*
The words to express these sullied emotions;
time ends the way it began with tattered hopes
unraveling at the hem of her dress.

Gentle breeze becoming
A violent storm;
Listening to the whispers
Within the rain.
Setting myself adrift
On, the crashing waves;
Allowing the currents
To take me…wherever.

Days into decades;
emotions slipping among
jagged stones.

A hand-written
letter burning within
frustration.

The screams of
déjà vu echoing
in these lonely halls.

My spirit held captive,
As I listened to the rain
reflections of an inhabitant
emotions speckled on the pane.

A night of contemplation,
soul-searching restlessness;
tormented by a raven,
reaching the point of emptiness.

Feeling the pull of your memoir
those pages cutting my skin;
your voice is a reservoir
consuming my mind again.

Your name was never forgotten,
your lips have left their mark;
desires twisted and knotted
your presence divisive and dark.

Not sure I want you
Residing in my personal space,
Touching my thoughts,
Removing the mask from my face.

Alone in this domicile,
a choice to reside
away from love that is hostile,
to live the way I decide.

Gentle rain
Falling softly
To the ground
Nature’s tears
Washing its wounds

Father Time
Writes his last words
Recounting his mistakes
Repeated
From his predecessor

Looking at Mother Nature
Sorrow in his eyes
His last two words
“Forgive Me”

His final embrace
Becomes vapors
Fading
Into the distance
Forever

We are strangers connected by the comfort of familiarity.  It’s peculiar how the inadvertent takes us to a complete circle.  That feeling of connection; that longing for a love we are not supposed to have.

Her face is nothing more than the image of a desired reflection; those eyes speaking the truth behind her smile.  Light and shadows confound the lines of time; I want to see her but reality denies my wish.  All we will ever have are conversations and the chisel of poetry to sculpt our imaginations.

I saw her face again, under a
different circumstance; memories
still lingering within the fragrance.

What we had was but a diversion;
the acquaintance of familiarity
at a fork in the road.

Our attraction was the means
for her mental distraction from
the cuts and abrasions inflicted
by so much broken glass.

The ***** of affection; skin
bleeding from the vulnerability.
My heart believed what
her words conceived.

The autumn breeze became
a deep winter freeze; waiting
for the spring thaw, in silence.
Our connection severed by expectations
the distance to great to overcome.

She turned the other way,
someone new caught her eyes.
Love was the guarantee;
the promise of our demise.

The love ink has for paper
seeking that perfect union
like a couple united in matrimony.

The desire paper has for ink
wanting to feel its flow
gliding the curves along its surface.

Ink touches paper
a sensual path of expression
fulfilling a dream.

The virginity of the paper
surrenders unconditionally
to the ink's fullness.

Giving birth
to written words
for the world to see.

Summer is slipping toward reminiscence.
Moments no longer held tightly.
The days are nothing but mist upon the glass.
The sunlight no longer burns brightly.

Listening to the tides;
the mounting anguish along the shore.
Limitations brought about frustrations;
silently waiting for the knock upon the door.

We talked of travels;
Escaping towards the constellations.
Our plans to rise above the despair,
We both created.
Words touched by Shakespeare
Rested on our lonely souls.
Promises poured casually;
Drinks passing our lips.
Tongues tasting the bitter
And the sweet.

The rapid procession of seasons;
the dripping beads of morning dew
upon the fall leaves.

The breath of Winter on my back;
the late evening shadows waiting
to taunt me.

Staring at the sunset; amber puffs sailing
across the indigo sky. The memories
hanging like stars, waiting to fall
within the night.

Moonlight,
touching the lingering night;
cool exhales on the glass,
catching the thoughts of
an insomniac.

Memories,
deeply rooted within the season;
a spirit grieves in turmoil,
the darkness weeps within
the chaos.

Once upon time,
there existed clarity.

There was no darkness and
there was no light.

Gods and mortals
gave birth to one another.

Death fed upon their
Truths and lies.

The dark sky erases another
Sunset. Reflections of joy
Barely seen beneath the
Moonlight.

He confused a nightmare with
An opportunity;
Never recognizing the signs,
Too busy
Chasing the dream.

Touched by falling feathers
From the Angels abandoning
His presence. Oblivious
Towards the path stopping
At the cliff’s edge.

Stepping away;
His emotions left to fall.
Touched by the woman
He once scorned. She opens
Her arms, accepting his infinite despair.

All the pain he hid behind
The walls she took, into her *****;
Helping him cleanse his weeping
Soul.

Lately,
I wonder if
she has grown
weary of me; maybe
occupying her time
with second thoughts.

Our moments
seem lost within
distractions, we seem
content with the trail of
unbroken silence.

Sometimes,
I wonder if
she wants someone else;
maybe my instincts are clouded
by my insecurities.

It feels like
the anticipation
has worn off; as though
the sound of my name
no longer matters.

If only I could stare
into her gorgeous
green eyes
and bare my soul.

Wishing, for one night,
The motion of time
Would simply hold still.

She shares a promise
That her life
Will be different

Nobody believes
Her words

She is humiliated
By their laughter
And ridicule

Despair produces
Her tears

She waits for
The storm despite
Their flawed wisdom

Faith releases
Her mind

She sees the signs
As the summer heat
Touches the overcast sky

Anticipation cloaks
Her spirit

She feels the change
As the summer wind
Moves the sedentary landscape

Exuberance permeates
Her soul

She listens as the
Sound of thunder
Echoes her name

Love overcomes
Her pain

She smiles as her
Heart receives the
Warmth of falling rain

I created this place upon the black sand
To feel the contrast against the blue sky.

Windows nothing but hollow places
Displaying the light as it
Passes by.

I listen to the them
Proclaiming the end because
It never comes.

The walls of burning flesh cooled
By her shadow. Revealing
The ink-stained words of my life.

I waited for the rain because
It always does.

A cup of hot tea
An evening with a good book
Call me tomorrow

Another night reflecting…

Holding an old pen to calm these
Disgruntled thoughts, spilling on the
Filthy paper; awakened by the emptiness.

Remembering our quiet moments, especially
The casual discussions at midnight about
Nothing and the rain.

Missing the silence
Interrupted by our whispers and the secrets
We kept from the rest of the world.

Crumpling this memoir of disarray; set
Beneath a new lighter to burn
Within the flame.

In the midst of a feeding frenzy
the hungry masses consuming
pieces of my flesh and bones.

It hurts, to see
portions of my essence
ripped away, chewed and spit out;
my blood dripping from their mouths.

They are killing me
but I refuse to die.

Before the day began,
I waited in the shelter
Away from the wandering souls.
My eyes transfixed upon the rays of dust
Penetrating the walls; in the midst of the shadows.
Those misty pieces of memories, scattered upon
The ground, an ode to a fading season;
My heart rejoiced.