"remians" poems
floating, flying, faltering smoke.
a cloud in the brisk winter air.
orange tip bouncing in the 4 AM darkness.
the silence before dawn is the perfect time
to smoke a cigarette.
watch your worries floating with the wisps of smoke.
away, away, away.
dissipating.
dissipating.
the boy you love is gone.
dissipating.
your confusion still remains.
dissipating.
he couldn't fix you.
breathe in.
only you can fix yourself.
breathe out.
birds chirp.
dissipating.
a car drives by.
breathe in.
the stars watch.
breathe out.
the sun is coming up.
dissipating.
a little fire over the horizon, the sky pink like the soft, innocent skin of a newborn.
dissipating.
your wayward heart throbs.
breathe in, breathe out.
the smoke floats.
your confusion remians.
the darkness.
dissipating.
dissipating.
dissipating.
breathe in.
breathe out.
breathe in.
Feb 26, 2014
Feb 26, 2014 at 8:23 PM UTC
What would I like?
Rage, encompasses me like a drug
Entering the vein, keeping me askew
Such a question, how dare he even ask
If I wanted it, I would have gotten it myself
I have no need for him
The object of my distain
Need not apply, do not pass go
Do not collect, will not
He will not trap me
with glass jewels
or painted rocks
The way is clear, ill will
twisted desires
They say a poet
wears her heart
on her sleeve
But is immune
To others minds
I will show this silly fool
the error of his way
Not even a glance
Nor blink
his way
Look at him, so pathetic; his way
always trying, he thinks he can save
Its me, not him, who has to save
Not his job, he doesn't know
I bait him, cut his dreams
He is a nothing, ant
lost his chance
But oiled his might
a boiled snack
Maybe on the side
Such a wasted little man
I eat him up,
Spit out
his remians
Such a bitter taste
So long ago
I learned
The waste
when it was a meal
Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 6:36 PM UTC
Another year. Another's here. More promise of much change. Still my only prayer remians, love. That we would stay the same.
Dec 31, 2020
Dec 31, 2020 at 11:14 PM UTC