gd - Hello Poetry

gd Mar 2014

These tortured souls walk amongst
their similar counterparts, all
trailing on narrow paths and open minds.
They hold knives to their chests and
leave the pain in their hearts so
they don't have to stomach the sadness -
but what a twisted tragedy.

Between bridges burned to ashes and
golden hairlines that mimicked Hercules'
(though they were not as fortunate) it is a wonder
to witness the core of our misogyny as
we puncture our flesh a little deeper,
hold our breaths a little longer, and
leave our insides tattered as we swallow
the remains of the promises we've broken
and the memories we've hoarded.

Step by step, we break ourselves
to build up the rest who neither matter
nor simply care.

gd

How is it that when you are the most honest, all hell breaks loose?

#love #sad #life

gd Mar 2014

Notebooks.

They're pushing proverbs
in the corners of my mind
and stuffing knowledge
down my throat as if it were
some euphoric cure
paving my destiny
towards dying a martyr,
yet as much as I calculate
this vector or poke and ****
at this minuscule cell,
I'm still left to question
everything I know
about myself.

And I'm starting to lose hope
in grasping that concept.

gd

gd Mar 2014

My pens still reek of your scent.

God, I need to stop writing about you.

But it seems my hand moves with your eyes
forcing me to forge letters with its movements,
and the words you say always sounds like music,
so by the time I look at my paper,
I've already written sheet music to last eternities.

I even went to meditation seminars in hopes of
finding peace within body and mind to get rid of you,
until I realized that you left a trail of your DNA
on the surface of my skin after the way you touched
every inch of me; its particles leaked its way
into the crevices and grooves of my brain.

And God, I just want to stop writing about you.

gd

gd Mar 2014

Capillaries.

How do you let
go of someone
that was injected
into your blood-
stream without
bleeding yourself
out entirely?

gd

gd Mar 2014

Grey clouds.

Lately, it's been so hard to stay awake,

and       I'm just looking for signs
              to get me through these gloomy days
              I think about summer sunsets
              I think about us
              I think about how we were never
              really an "us" in the first place
              I think about disconnection (yours and mine)
              I think about the late nights I find comfort in
              I think about the early mornings
              that always start with dizzy thoughts
              I think about why it's been so hard to stay awake,
              when I have so much more to live for than this

gd

gd Mar 2014

Gone with winter.

I tried to recall
your face again,
because I remember
its frame being as
familiar as the
back of my hand:
the slight crook
in your cuspids, the
deep dimples under
the ends of your smile,
the shining whites
of your eyes always
being a little too
white, but then
when I tried to
put these pieces
together, I always
come up lost
within your
floating matter,
which quite frankly,
just does not
matter anymore.

gd

As if I remember the tiny parts of you, but when I step back to witness the whole, you become nothing but a blur - a faded memory that just keeps deteriorating.

gd Mar 2014

Spring breeze.

He's got me singing love songs, and I never
realized how foreign they became until
I was holding a brush in my hand, half-naked screaming
at the top of my lungs that maybe love is an open door;
an open door without an obstacle screen, and faulty locks.

And when the song ended on a high note, I realized
that I was so used to wallowing in the bass chords
of another sad tune to realize that this door was wide open -
past all the piano acoustics and vocal cracks between sniffles;
past the stressed fermatas and slow tearjerkers while I screamed

Mayday, please do not rain on my Parade again.

And in the first time in a long time, the sun is shining
and he looks at me everyday like you've only done once
or twice. And maybe, just maybe, I'm willing to break
the doorknobs you once taught me how to put together
just to keep this door slightly ajar a little while longer.

gd