"rockslide" poems
Cracked an eye,
still a smooth blanket of dark.
Glue unstuck, the pebbles tumble
to my brain and scoot and sing
across a caffeine urge,
simple movement,
groggy knowledge.
Urination, caffeinated, contacts in,
rockslide.
The inner bump and stumble,
never slowing,
Dead awake.
Aug 17, 2011
Aug 17, 2011 at 6:48 PM UTC
I show no remorse.
I cause people nothing but emotional sores.
I have a mean side.
That can hit you like a rockslide.
I hate myself for it.
But some may never forget.
Im sorry is all i can say.
Now i go my seperate way.
Jun 24, 2010
Jun 24, 2010 at 12:58 PM UTC
It's obvious
I'll never be what you want me to be
Like a rockslide on Mount Everest
I am devastation and little more
It's simple
We choose to fade completely to black
But as we do, my fingernails
Are clutching tightly on all the greys
It's inescapable
There's only one direction to go
But like a compass without a needle
The right one is always obscured by chaos
It's rudimentary
There is a soundtrack to this life
But I am trapped within intermission
And the show may never resume again
It's cathartic
Tossing all these failures to the wind
I watch as they become an albatross
And quickly crash back to cold, hard, earth
Sep 23, 2016
Sep 23, 2016 at 9:25 PM UTC
You love me loudly.
Like thunder crashing as you roll on top of me.
You love me quietly.
Like the pitter patter of rain as I kiss your skin.
You love me hard.
Like a rockslide as our lips crash together.
You love me softly.
Like autumn's first fallen leaf as our hearts connect.
You love me bravely.
Like a mother bear as you protect me from my demons.
You love me shyly.
Like a field mouse as you run back to my arms.
You love me selfishly.
Like winter's eternal snow as you blanket me from harm.
You love me givingly.
Like the summer's gentle sun as you provide for me.
You love me like earth's four seasons, like the world's seven wonders.
You love me like the change of the seasons and you love me like the unfaltering sun.
You love me like God loves his creation.
You love me unconditionally.
May 16, 2016
May 16, 2016 at 4:11 AM UTC
Too many birds call in the morning.
Refuse to know their name
and then, nothing matters.
A rockslide slides up
a mountain and
down your throat-
can't breathe
when the airs so thin
you'd think the trees stopped giving oxygen
Aspens stand
and spit out
too tall for their kind.
Sep 14, 2015
Sep 14, 2015 at 1:09 AM UTC
has it really been thirteen years
since we dreamed of the city surrounded by cornfields
19 was a different lens
hot august evenings staring at the stars
on the rockslide in the quarry by your father's house
where we drifted deeper into love and ardor
in the heat of an endless summer,
the unflinching drift towards new romance and dreams of
marriages and sacred vows and well,
where did it all lead us, and where are we now?
in interceding years came new flames and hurricanes
and always those roads turned back towards you, didn't they
i sat for you for your paintings and i fell more and more
in love with someone whose heart could never let me stay
now, what have we come to, and what have we learned?
32 a new lens with clearer eyes and
i surmise now that i knew not where that road would go
i kept the promise that i'd made, just in a different way
past the barns and the long highways i'd dreamed of with you
glacial, time continues on
and memories are fleeting but fond
has it really been thirteen years
since i knew the joy of you
Jan 28, 2021
Jan 28, 2021 at 2:04 AM UTC
When those who sang the songs that kept you alive,
Well it seems they can't do anything but die,
I wonder where does that leave you,
On a night you just can't seem to make it through?
You can't listen to their music anymore,
Because it doesn't have that magic at it's core,
It just makes you want to give up and jump,
Because all you see in your future is a stomach pump,
So where do you go?
What do you listen to?
When the rockslide can't hold your weight,
Inside your mind, where you're afraid,
Well do you slide down the mountain,
Or find a way to break your fall down?
Nothing makes sense,
Since your hero hung himself,
When their music made you feel less alone,
Instead of out here all alone,
Well now your lullabye is a nightmare,
And no one seems to care,
Do you go on along the path all alone,
While ahead you can hear screaming on the road,
While inside there's heart that's broken,
And a mind that is shaken?
When the rockslide can't hold your weight,
Inside your mind, where you're afraid,
Well do you slide down the mountain,
Or find a way to break your fall down?
May 26, 2018
May 26, 2018 at 1:55 PM UTC