AM - Hello Poetry

AM Dec 2016

"The water is wide
I can not get o'er
and neither have I wings to fly
Oh go and get me some little boat
And both shall row, my love and I."

the smell of pink lavender on my pillow,
you tell me to always close the window,
because "the outdoor is frozen",
and I shouldn't let the cold air blow in.

"no ship can sail me too far away"
but I haven't seen you since May,
and now the ground shines with white,
but I can't seem to find this light.

the lullabies still ring through my ears,
you taught me how to fight these kind of tears,
no ship can take your place,
but I've already forgotten your face;
this void was always lacking grace.
My hands no longer belong to this space.

"There is a ship sailing on the sea
It's loaded deep, as deep as can be
But not as deep, as in love I am
I know not if I sink or if I swim,"

Waly Waly's reply to Jake's Ship

#love #tears #lost #fight #space #sorrow #grace #light #void #ship

AM Nov 2016

This is the Void You Can't Get Back

and now I know it's over,
because seeing your name doesn't feel the same,
and seeing your face doesn't take me to that place

were there are no fluorescent lights
and where I'm not alone at night.
an allusion of reality where your fingertips are golden,
an allusion that was stolen.
a conscious mind
with the wrong perception of time,
and where cheek kisses taste like cherry-lime,
and where it's my ears that get to hear you snore,
your sleepy eyes were something I could never ignore.

another light lost in the void.
I wish it was your fault.
my hands are broken while you're still golden.
my days are bitter,
every night is winter.
I feel like just a skull with tired hair,
who forgot how to care.
The only thing I need,
is more skin on my knees.
the light is leaving, slowly,
because you were my something that was holy.

#broken #alone #holy #bitter #light #tired #over #void #stolen #golden

AM Oct 2016

Pressured Time

I
The snow is coming down like it’s been waiting all these years to suffocate us all.
I could hear the cry of the wolf getting ready to swallow the sun,
you could feel the cold ****** tears,
and hear the cries falling from the sky;

The stars were hung by their necks after the light had left.

Pressured time.
a perception of stress-
a compact void that’s always been repressed.

and the wolves hunt at night?
hungry for the light the moon could never give them
the same light that makes your limbs feel numb

in a fit of anger and rage I told you not to stay
and when I went away
I wished you stayed-
to take me back to our childhood days
and now the sunlight doesn’t feel the way it use to against your skin
who would’ve thought that light could sin

these lapses of reality could even bring the moon to his broken knees
this void hasn't been able to please not one of us
this broken house is floor-less
tourists
we feel like tourists in our own homes,
when I told you that I just wanted to be your home

II

“when your house burns down every year, then you stop caring about what you hang on the walls”
and every year when the firemen come
they tell you
“this will only hurt a lot”
but every year there’s less of a mess
making it all hurt a little less
and somehow the void now makes sense
taking me back to that day

you taught me how to change the batteries in a smoke alarm
but that never changed your mind
you taught me how to bring a breath back to lungs
but that never brought you back

your ashes were white
in the monolithic society
but in the cosmical simplicity of it all
we all know you weren’t that clean

*and now wolves are in the void
the light is gone

#home #sun #moon #time #nature #sorrow #stress #numb #wolves #repressed

AM Feb 2016

Bad Trip

the snow is coming down like it's been waiting all these years to suffocate us all
I was strung out between the edge of Saturn and you
there were lapses of reality that would even bring the moon to it's knees
I could hear the cry of the wolf getting ready to swallow the sun
you could feel the cold ****** tears
and hear the cries falling from the sky

the stars were hung in the sky by their necks after the light had left*

drifting
the coldness was hard to fight
I was struck with convulsions of cold
you pushed me further into the abyss we laid in
I let go
and I could feel myself sinking slow
further in the black water thick as sludge
I've never felt such silence
your face to mine
we were porcelain and I could feel time again
you kept saying "you're okay"
and I kept saying your name
I could see things on my eyelids glow
I told you "I don't know"

#love #drugs #sun #moon #stars #him #wolf #cold #trip #saturn

AM Jan 2016

You Were Never In Your Right Mind

most people in their right mind live
so that one day they will be written about
but not him
he lives everyday like the day before your last day
that pleasure can be found even in the cracks of the levy

he can be your rock
to keep you steady
even when you feel like the riptide is going to push you away
but he can also be the one to push you down the hill
and roll with you
increasing your momentum with such an intensity that you don't think you'll ever slow down

you don't have to know home to fall in love with him
it's easy to fall in love with a tree without ever seeing its rings
tracing the years that have scared him
and how they feel like Saturn spinning inside you
but you love him so much more once you feel the scars the the chainsaw left

#love #nature #sorrow #scars #rock #saturn #steady #riptide

AM Nov 2015

The Last Person to Break Your Heart

Tell about the last time someone said you were better off dead,
or about that kiss that went too far,
when you were a child and how the sunlight doesn't feel like it use to against your skin,
tell me how you prayed to the ocean to take you

Tell me about the last person to break your heart,
and how they slaughtered every delicate flower in the meadow of your mind,
tell me about how they'll be the last person to break your heart

and how tsunamis fall from sky,
like rain,
every time you hear that name

and how you didn't know you could fall in love
with the space between stars.

#love #heartbreak #sad #depression #heart #rain #sorrow #flower #star #light

AM Nov 2015

The Pain You've Been Carrying Silently

In the end,
and by the end I mean
the day you realize
the moon was never waiting on the sun,
that she was always there,
only then will you know why wildflowers feel the pain you've been carrying silently.

The gentle courage that's found in the solemn nights,
where the wind whispers
"there has to be another way",
always seems to turn the tide faster than any man could

and once the roots of the trees find their way to your knees,
then you'll understand why you went down with his ship.

#love #man #sad #pain #moon #depressed #flowers #night #ship #sinking