Kicking the rusty leaves
crumpled by the tree
seeds and twigs broken off
golden and free.
Polished conkers rest
waiting to be smashed
strung up with string
bruised, soaked and bashed.
Russet apples wither in the sun
pecked at by robins and wrens.
Purple clover gather in the distance
on the hills and glens.
Pears drip from branches
like water from a wooden tap.
Twigs point like a human finger
showing the way to follow a map.
Through the ochre wood and
across the sienna fields.
The gathered sticky corn
piled high that the farmer yields
The Autumn season is pure gold
Raspberry sunset and peach skies.
A woodpecker perches, waits awhile
In the Autumn air then off he flies.

And I had to run my own fingers through my hair
because I was alone
I had to watch the movies in empty rooms
and laugh at my own jokes
Sometimes I even held my own hands
because I forgot what it felt like
I had to dry my own tears
and rock myself to sleep at night
I watched as they all laughed and played
from a safe distance I could see
I was just a second option
or third
the fourth
the last
I wanted someone who I could hold
but have them also hold me
I felt greedy wanting love
but I couldn't help it
I would run my fingers through their hair
and I would watch with them the movies
I would laugh at all their jokes
so they never felt alone
like me

There was this feeling
That the people once called love
They described it as
Untouchable
Unavoidable
Spiritual
Sensual


Life


A storm basked along the horizon
On one particular day
Supernova came
And she told the world to be still
And

know

And everything was quiet after that

There was the color red
As heat bled
From open sores in the sky
And mercy
Pulled a knife from it's spine

Those unscathed
Would often shake fists in the air
Heads turned upwards
And open voices to a stranger
For whom they blamed
Armageddon

Not a whisper responded
Nor did despair
Cease to charge

Love no longer had a place
Alas, hatred had eaten her heart
All that is left
Is but a husk
Of an echo
Of a memory
It is nothing





*Dust

A french toast,
A cup of tea,
Next to a window,
And a soul,
Bring sunshine to my life.

Oh how I miss,
Every moment,
Of that breakfast.

I fell in love with your words
And the way you described me
I fell in love with the way
You were able to detail everything
I fell in love with the reasons
That you broke my heart in
Beautiful
Little
Pieces

I don't know who I hate more:
          Myself, for loving him
          Or him, for making me

*s.q.

They say pain
Changes people
And I just haven't
Been the same since

My eyes are too big
I am one with the desserts
Now I must digest