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Kevin Anderson Jun 2019
I wish you wouldn’t have landed where you did.

Landed like heavy snow in some barren field. Like a quite blanket covering a rough road. Gently falling and slowly building until it was too much to move.

And like the storm at first, readying yourself for the unknown, you yield. Waiting.
the beauty of the silence the release of power becomes soft and you give in to whatever will be.

You see the barren field clothed in good clothed in light and groomed like the clouds they came from.

And yet, it will melt and it will soften and it will leave it will give up its beauty for hard scrabble of roads we forever  walk on.

I keep looking for your beautiful storm to cover this trail. I keep shivering against other storms, my arms crossed to keep their cold away.

One beautiful storm opened the heavy coat I have always worn.

Close your eyes and close the heavy coat. Whisper winds of snow falling on hard earth. Listen to nothing listen to silence telling you this beautiful storm is not your resting place, wait for the melting and wait for this to roll away.
Kevin Anderson Sep 2017
And forever was here and gone.
We stand like pictures against a wall.
And everyone can take their turn,
watch them fall.

Take a look at yesterday.
Some in black and white.
Take a look at yesterday,
adjust the frame to look just right.

It's all there in 8x10
it's happy times and remember when
it's happy times and remember when

I'll dust you off and hang you back.
In the light you look so young.
We live forever down a hall,
I hang my head, pass us by..... the memories hung.
Kevin Anderson Jan 2015
IT
It’s so easy to say yes.
It’s all I want to say. I want to pretend again. I want to play.

I want to look inside the skin of a young man and clutch his yesterdays and hold it in my palms and breathe them free. I want his anger and hurt to leave with the spirit of a young girls touch. So the pain will come and ache will go. Dull and stinging all the same. Sharp as sun, bright as blonde. Let it go.

My angry heart and shouting soul
Is ice up on the mountain snow

Happy never meant for me to see
The end of day I made for me  

And I have to be
Inside a Man that can’t break free.

I will scrape my cup on bars in cage
and yell to guards who can’t hear me,
I’ll watch you from the other side
And rage and rage
Until I’m free
Until I’m free.

I am broken and bent and unspoken stillness grips like a steering wheel. I can’t tell what’s right what’s wrong what’s high what’s low. I can’t tell you what I want. I can’t tell you when and if it’s ok. I don’t know. I like you and I hate me. I want to press against you and I want to push you away. I have never been here before, yet it seems like I have always been here.

I want you to go away and never call my name again

I want you on your back with your boots on my shoulders. I want to hear you moan. I push and push and push and push and push………..

I want you to go away and never call my name again

I want you on your back with your boots on my shoulders. I want to hear you moan. I push and push and push and push and push………..
Kevin Anderson Nov 2012
All these days, met with sighs let this finish with my goodbye.
Morning came, coiled then spent. Our greetings placed on stoves of hate.

If not today, then when my heart.
My time is yours to empty out.

It will wait for better days
Or better times
or better men.
I am none of them.
Kevin Anderson Sep 2012
See
It's time I told you the day is gone. Curtains hung and your work is done.
We watched and saw a last goodbye, waited for you to draw your breath and then
Let the cold come by and say hello. Do you remember our plump days like candy wheels we ate like fools?
Do you remember hungry love we starved on. I do.  
I see forever end. You were there. You promised we'd be together and we were.
I didn't know forever was just for you.  
It's time I told me the day is gone, a dial tone and then hang up.
I stand in the kitchen my ear pressed against the air to see if I can hear.

— The End —