Marshall CB Hiatt

Marshall CB Hiatt Mar 2016

I lay awake so late at night and stare up at the ceiling,
I want to write I want to create some form to capture my feelings,
But my brain so dazed and tired cannot form the right thoughts,
And so it must analyze itself to create something of meaning.

I wish I could write sonnets aplenty, haikus flowing abound,
I wish I could grace this digital world with strokes and words unknown,
But instead I am trapped behind this wall of gray called writer's block,
And cannot capture these feelings of youth and trust and love,
but at least I am trying.

You must give me that.

#love #feelings #poetry #sleep #angst #writing #insomnia #youth #upset #capture

Marshall CB Hiatt Mar 2016

Four Senryu

You can't delete this,
These moments are eternal.
In each others' arms.

Time passes slowly
Within your blessing presence,
The air becomes light.

Kissing your cheeks soft,
Long hair gently in my face,
Your bright eyes on me.

I wish nothing else
These endless nights of embrace,
Patches on my soul.

Annie

#love #life #romance #gratitude #choice #fate #care #sweetness #attraction #softness

Marshall CB Hiatt Mar 2016

I have to lie about your name when I speak in public.

Every time I awake from slumber,
I glance around my room,
Expecting to see you here.

I sleep with my door unlocked.
*You know this.

#wanting

Marshall CB Hiatt Mar 2016

Loneliness

Loneliness is the manila color which enchants paper as it ages.
It grows old and musky regardless of how many eyes look upon its texture.
It reaches the air of abandonment more quickly when exposed to the atmosphere and light.

An unexposed paper will stay pristine longer.
It doesn't know vacancy and longing.
It never had someone in the first place.

In a world of crowns and trenches,
I have found myself entrenched.

Marshall CB Hiatt Mar 2016

The effect you've had on me.

I turn my head left first,
Instead of right,
When I leave my apartment.

To see if you're there.

Feb 2016

Got Guanxi

Climbing up the walls (part one)

I am the key to the lock in your house

You burned a hole in my heart
Where the arteries flow.
And the veins are
blocked
like gutter drains,
No one can pass -
through the Red Sea,
A no go area.
A hairline fracture into a million capillaries,
Split arteries to take each feeling individual to the tips of my skin.
Still covered beautiful
but a nails cuticles,
Impaled on a cross resembling a torso.
Hollow bones that play like xylophones
In the tombs of hidden organs that echo
&
resonate through the decay of a necrophiliacs playground.
Dislocated limbs swing round a rib cage,
Splinters shatter the skin revealing the droplets of blood that pour like rain and tears combined.
Twist past as they gloop through a cutlets spine.
Always on my mind,
always on my mind.
Cobwebs of memories,
Embedded in a decayed gut,
Dug up like skeletons in cemeteries to find the remedy or medicine to plug the bullet shaped holes you made in my heart.

Part of a six piece series I'm considering posting over the following weeks inspired by the song climbing up the walls by Radiohead - a feeling that never left me.

#heart #death #dread #grim #radiohead

Marshall CB Hiatt Feb 2016

Sub-Par Rhyming Trios

I have delayed writing about you
Because I know that if I do
I will develop feelings for you.

Its not that feelings are that bad
Just that they can't be taken back,
And that thought drives me mad.

But as I sit here avoiding the write,
My true feelings have come into light
And I have found that what I want is for us to be right.

I feel like such a fool
Laughing this hard, smiling this hard, not keeping my cool,
My mask fades when we speak and so do my tools.

Strawberry blonde...
It makes me giddy how I am fond
Of that description, particularly when you respond.

In your presence, I don't manipulate,
I can only manage to speak straight,
My ego you sedate-
Take what I have to say with weight.

Cathryn, with the softest lips.

#feelings #romance #ego #foolishness #embarassment