bare of leaves
i wonder
if they
     get cold in winter
          so cold
that they
       forget who/what
                   they once were
how do they
          remember
  to grow
            in spring?

sterile pools singe clean white sheets
as we sing a dying dirge of keats
godlipped eyes in odes of closings
lifetimes in their fevered sickness

disassembled friends and lovers
numb from blue bell laced deceits
ride the sunlight as it decomposes
out of time with love's lithe quickness

fading thorns on blackout roses
line threadbare broken hearted streets
the black eyed blossoms know your name...(follow you home, step by step on)
braided bricks under crumbling feet

I can't stop
writing about you.
I can't stop
Looking at your picture
on my bedside table,
And I can't stop imagining
what would have happened
if you would have lived.

You are a constant
Void in my mind,
A constant disturbance,
But I'll cry the day you leave me.

cold air hits her harshly
toes shiver as hair stands up
bringing a blanket closer to her self
the rain continues to pelt
and she continues
to indulge herself in words
that provide her home and warmth

she was a quiet one in tongue
but a loud one in hands and heart
she wrote endlessly about her pain
about how no one ever heard her speak
how no one ever saw her tongue dart out
she wrote it all to a man
who would never notice her words
or ever hear her cries

the cold air was harsh, and she had no blanket
rain pelted down mercilessly on her body
bare feet touching little oceans of waters
the sea bed being cemented and lined yellow

traffic lights  jammed
no consistent lighting in sight

heart drowned in the flood
rain coming from the heart
overflowing through her eyes

she took a gulp
cloudy eyes drifting upwards to a window
a man pushing a woman against the glass
plumped fleshes on their faces
touching one another

how she wished to be the woman

all her words dried up in her throat
every thought became frozen in her mind
no pen in sight
no paper to crumple and catch her tears

the flood was overflowing in her heart
and yet it continued to rain

she shrugged off her thin jacket
and she shivered
hair stood up
toes trembled
no source of warmth

silently
she lunged herself forward
not noticing the eyes from above
and the scream that erupted behind the window
but instead
noticing the car
that was swerving recklessly
in her direction

the one that kept her stationary
was the one that pushed her

him.

when the day cries
the rain has to borrow
the soft sound
of your eyes
and
when your unearthly
beauty quietly
nods
silver light touches
the morning's facade

I wanted to give you something,
Because over the years I feel like I've given you so little.
My gifts never really made you smile or cry,
My achievements made you proud but not ecstatic,
And I always just wanted to give you something.
Something that really meant something.
Something to thank you for letting me understand you,
And for making me,
Because through the growing pains and questionable methods,
And quite literally as well,
You did make me,
And I am very glad it was you, even though people think I shouldn't be.
I wanted to give you something that would tug at your heart
And reach you truly.
I guess I always just wanted to give you something
That mattered.

i can't see you
in a place
where you're
like this, i just couldn't
i can't place you in a see where you're unlike those
i want to...
who wouldn't?