rained-on parade

rained-on parade Jan 2014

I hope you
never find
someone
like me

Because then
you will find
another person you
can call
Perfect.

rained-on parade Jan 2014

Life is meant to
go on

because

nothing lasts forever.

Life is meant to have
ups and downs

because

flatlines mean death.

With yvk.

rained-on parade Jan 2014

Talk

I want to tell you
everything.

Everything there is
to know about me.

About how I ran from
the highest hill down
to feel the air push
me behind.

Once I bent down
before God
and asked Him to give me
death over happiness.

I used to believe that
dust was nothing but
dead memories
fallen away from us.

I will tell you everything.
If only you asked.

Because I want to.

I want to give you
a piece of my mind.
I want you to get
inside the mind that controls
this melancholy body.

I want you to get
inside the chambers of my heart
and wrest dark secrets
from its broken symphonies.

Fix it.

You?
I will tell you anything.

rained-on parade Jan 2014

New beginnings

I hear some music
muffled away
in the dark
evening sky.

And I get the feeling
that I want to
love more
than hate.

For all the people who have known me, know what a ****** up spiteful year 2013 was.

Reading this, I feel positive myself.

My resolution for 2014: Run with both legs tied together. Eyes shut. And arms open.

rained-on parade Dec 2013

Goodbyes and survival

If I could put to words
what this year was,
I would say--
****.

**** this ******* year.

Thirteen years into
the second millenium,
was as unlucky as the number
said it would be.

This year was about
being on my own,
being sad,
being alone.

Yet I found,
poetry, and that death
could never be the answer
to questions I'd rather not ask.

I found friends
in people halfway
across the whole
world.

Love from the people
of my kind--
poets--
who loved and despaired.

This year was not
the one I would remember;
because new beginnings
are often disguised
as painful endings.

So here is to
my new beginning.

Happy new year to my HP family. Thank you for your support through this wretched year. :)

rained-on parade Dec 2013

Plagued

The heart where once
love resided fell too cold.

Now the flesh turns
an uneasy grey beneath
a thin layer of dusty frost.

When touched,
the fingertips stick and the cold bites.
Few dared to warm
the space with their hands
and now neglect has my heart forgot.

There's an uncared for path.
An overrun piece of forest
nearly hidden in the brush
that leads to a cave.

There's a cool breeze
that staves away my curiosity.

A comment of yours turned into a poem. So lyrical and so true.

rained-on parade Dec 2013

White noise

If spring draws the earth
in golden streaks of life,
I long to hear
the songs of the bluejay.

I long to hear anything.

For all I hear when you open
your mouth
is a chime of chide
and the rustle of grit:

the grinding of your
restless heart
so full of
hate.