It is the silence
between sounds
that makes a
metro, nome.

It is the margin
between lines
that make words
legible.

It is the space
between bread
that makes a
Sandwich

It was the dark
between light
that made
Edison.

It is the blanks
between blobs
that make
Pollocks.

Ps.

All art and poetry
is nothing, same as
what's inside and
outside the circular
      wall of zero.

              O

i miss
the smell of you
and how
breathing it in
warmed me up;
like taking a sip
of my favourite coffee.

i miss
the feeling of you;
soft skin touching mine
and how
leaning into you
was like
climbing into soft, warm bed
after a long day.

i miss
your puppy brown eyes
that i could never resist
after looking into them for a second
and how
your eyelashes would flutter shut
when i couldn’t resist
running my finger along your cheek.

i miss
hugging you
and the feeling
of disappearing into you
when being in the world
became too much.

because of this
i find myself
living in my memories of you
the smell
and touch
and warmth
and comfort
of you
is not a very bad place to live.

You told me you saw God in your ascension to the heavens,
but I await for her arrival in the field,
among the people -
Breaking bread with the broken,
Bearing the burden of belief.

The morning light is peaking
and neither of us can sleep.
Not because we don't want today to end,
But because tomorrow will be the same.

Worse that the fool is the fooled,
Darker than the depths is the fall.

I no longer cry out for unclipped wings,
For now, I too, know why the caged bird sings.

I was never meant to be clean
Never to wear white
Always tarnished or stained

First it was in green
As I threw my peas to the floor
Then it went to red
As my face welled in anger and let out a wail

Then it was bright green yet again
As grass stains tore their way up my legs
And then red as my face was burned from too many days of sun

It never was anything different
Red and green, red and green
Stop and go
Never stay
Never wait
Go and stop
No slowing down

Maybe that’s why Christmas is so appealing to me
Even with all the empty promises
At least we share a color scheme

I would turn green yet again
As my face churned in jealousy
For those with what I would never have
Never get back
And I would return to red
And red and red and red
Making me go go and go further away
Further from my innocence
My childhood
The red that washed my Mother away
That wiped away my innocence as it ran down my legs for the first time
The same red that spilled from my arm as I shakily held the knife in my hand

I was never to be clean again
Too much red had come in between
With no green in sight
Nothing to keep me moving foreword
Just stopped.
Waiting.
For what, I will never know
Perhaps, for red to mean love
Or passion
And no longer for death and destruction
Anger
Maybe someday
But not today.
Today I’m still stopped. Just waiting for my time.
Forever stained.

******* and your pretty little face.              You led me on.
          I thought we had something going.
How could you do this to me!?
                                            I never knew this side of you. I hope you die.
         ******* and your pretty little face.

You pulled every heart string I had.         
                                         I gave you everything, my honesty, my love.
All you did was take take take this suburban heart of mine.        
                                                                           Only to throw it all away.
Now you’re all alone.

No one hears you cry in the dark of night

No one knows your name anymore, and I don’t care
    
                      You scream out! Now there’s no one to hold your hand.

There you are sitting alone avoiding fleeting glances in a sea of apathy

You think you know what’s best but you never gave me a chance