dex - Hello Poetry

dex Apr 2015

Between red dust
and Ponderosa pines
and the rains that smelled of your skin
Between the darkness
of various rooms
that we all once have sat in
Between blue skies
and cloudy days
and the times the Sun has shone
I wonder if there
was any way
anyone could have ever known

Known of the words
that we would speak
in the depths of our July
Known of the secrets
that we would keep
in lieu of telling a lie

But love is a color we can't comprehend
a sound we cannot hear
though forever will I try
To know and understand its hue
its melody, however obscure
for you,
always for you.

I realize now,
after years of delay
after numberless nights
spent with
the vastness
we call
space
That lovers see
in only shades of grey.
There is no black and white.
every right, every wrong
every agreement, every argument
is never wholly so.

there are only what if's
and has been's
and only what will be's

and being loved
and being in love
are rarely the same thing.

his word- love.

dex Apr 2015

Sister Influence

I walk alone
And, worn, I think,
“I hope my eyes look alive.”
I feel I've grown,
I fear I'll sink,
Before I even arrive.
I realize, as I look around,
There is somebody home.
There is a glow in each new eye
I meet walking alone.
Red-hot realization burns
Hotter than white metal
It's a strange thing to have to learn
To watch these hearts and settle.
Remember, remember
December, December
Forever will I chant?
My heart sings, “Yes!”
My eyes confess
The truth behind my rant.

As the title suggests, this song was inspired by walking through crowded school hallways while listening to Sister by Andrew Belle. Fantastic song.

dex Apr 2015

entropy

But I was awake then,

wasn't I?

you see, you don't think I remember.
But I do.

there was sunlight-

the kind of sunlight
that filters through
inescapable particles of dust, no matter
how much
I hate
to be able to see myself breathing them in.
the kind of sunlight
that absolutely glares
up off of the oil
on the asphalt
in the evenings
and blinds you hysterically.
the kind of sunlight
that swiftly stills
your rattling skeleton
and begs you to stare
"But mother, only for a minute..."
the kind of sunlight
that makes me remember
my own unanswerable questions
about my subtle deterioration
my inevitable decline
into this utter chaos
that is myself.

and through this degradation, this decomposition, I realize
that I can't help but wonder:

when did these superfluous trees take root?

where were you when the first seed of doubt landed on the surface of my parched, withering mind?

and, my God, why on Earth did you let it rain?

For the one who I fear shall never see.

dex Apr 2015

Love Is Patient

They say that love is patient.
I suppose this is true, as demonstrated
by the Moon's love
for the Sky.
Have you ever watched her closely,
the Sky?
Watched the way
she colors
as the Sun kisses her goodnight?
I imagine sunsets like intense goodbyes,
like the height of the Sky's passion
with her radiant lover,
the Sun
and as the Sun leaves her,
she lapses into the deepest darkness
grieving
for the Sun has left her alone once more.
The night is her sadness, her emptiness, and the Sky
falls
into darkness.
But before she hits the ground,
one who adores her entirely
glides in
to catch her
in his arms- and this lover
is the Moon.
And the Moon illuminates her cheeks with a quiet light
so she
is not consumed
by the darkness,
and he holds her sweetly
through the night,
telling her stories among the stars
until she falls asleep,
and he stays with her throughout the darkest hours of the night.
But then, the Sun decides he misses the Sky
so he returns.
And she awakens to his light,
leaving the Moon forgotten,
and the Sky and the Sun
perform their celestial dance
all day long,
but the Moon just waits.
For he knows the Sun will leave her to her misery again,
and he knows

he knows
that love is patient.

dex Apr 2015

Reflections/Horseshow Hands

In the eye of your midday dreams
I swear you will remember
The moments that went unsaid.
Was it something in the water, but no
it was the air, and I remember now the way the light
dimmed
as it touched your skin.
And does she remember those things that I said?
"But don't tell him I said that," I whispered,
"he gets so offended."
The wind was jealous of our great camaraderie
He hates how we waltz through the grime like we're home,
As if we've ever known the meaning of that word.
The sun had to excuse himself from the ring;
we outshone him to the degree
he was too embarrassed to show his radiance for a day,
or do you not remember?
But of course you do.
I love you, I hope you know.
My brother, my sister, and my love.
Blessed be we to bask in the light of one another,
and remember the laughter?
The dances?
The rain, the sun, the dust, the warmth of our cheeks
when we smiled.
And I beg of you,
Don't you forget.
Don't you forget your horseshow hands.
Don't you forget the way your soul shifts like the arena sands,
the way it changes you to be as one like we are.
Don't you forget the way it changes you.
Don't you forget.
Forever and ever, Amen.
And I swear,
I'll hold you
in my horseshow hands
forevermore.
Will you hold me in yours?

For you, and of course you know who you are.

— The End —