xy - Hello Poetry

xy Nov 2017

Winter.

She’s pure as white,
Yet it hides her from the world,
Like a rabbit in a snowstorm,
Innocence blankets her true colours,
I always loved winter,
The idea of the world covered in white,
As if the world could wear a mask once a year and pretend to be innocent,
We indulge in the spirits of the holidays and for a little while,
Everything is okay.

xy Oct 2017

Clocks.

Your life is a clock,
I was simply an hour.
When you’d tick I would tock,
But my talk would leave you sour.

My time passed by,
Your time is running short,
But those memories won’t die,
So to them I resort.

I hope your next hour treats you better than I did.
I hope it doesn’t cower like your eye to your eyelid.
I hope it kisses you like your ears to a vinyl.
And I hope your next hour doesn’t turn to be your final.

xy Oct 2017

Old Roads.

A trip down old roads.
To the house on the hill.

The roads are paved now,
No more gravel its all cement.
But the house has caved down,
The rubble echoes our sentiment.

You stand beneath the dirt and dust,
Waiting to be seen as more than a hassle.
Let me show you more than flirt and lust,
Let me rebuild a castle.

xy Oct 2017

Melancholy.

Melancholy morning,
Filled with constant mourning.
Thinking back to our memories,
I wonder why I just remember these?
You made me feel so frivolous and so,
Fragile, as a hunter slaughters doe.
And just as it's life is near the end,
It will live on to see the world again.
You took my world when you walked away,
Perhaps it’s why the skies are grey.
It rains forever, for nothing to grow,
As there is no longer a world to know.

xy Oct 2017

Window.

I woke up today and brushed my teeth.
I looked out the window as I did and saw you.
Not outside but through the shy reflection.
It was dull yet I am obsequious when subject to your essence.
I saw you hugging me but never felt it.
Only the cold floor keeps me company as of the time you left.
It’s been about 1521 hours or 63 days a 9 hours.
But the minutes are still ticking and I can hear them.
They rip the air like a jet breaking the sound barrier.
The sounds resonate within me.
I absorb the time as it passes and I feel as though I age quicker.
The stress added onto my grey hairs.
Sometimes I think I see an Old man by me when I pass by the mirror.
Except he’s unhappy.
Or perhaps its the melancholy feeling of outliving your undead wife who would not marry you because you cannot tell the truth.
What truth exists for the man running from his past?
If you run fast enough will you escape your past?
Or can you leave it behind without taking a step?
What is the past?
What is the present?
Is now the present?
If it is bygone to now?
In which case you have not left since because you never came.
The awful part is I felt you then and feel you now.
Though you never were and no longer are.
These thoughts rush my mind like a train with breaks that broke.
The tracks only lead to the dead end you’re not at.
Just before I feel your arms around me, the sunlight destroys your reflection.
Now I know you’re really gone.

xy Oct 2017

Broken.

I took my life and tried to make you a part of it.
But you wanted to apart from it.
I remember at the start of this.
When you sold me the dream of our apartment.
I never would’ve thought you’d depart form this.
You pushed me out the window with that one last kiss.
Left me on the ground while your laughter hissed.
And now I’m just a broken man who lost his bliss.

xy Oct 2017

Dying.

You were broken and you wanted me to fix you.
And as I did you grew and saw the things you could do.
Never would’ve hurt you but you went ahead and broke me.
Lately all the pain I feel is in my gut from all this whiskey.
You didn’t even care to check on how I’m feeling after.
You just left and now my room resonates with all your laughter.
Now you’re moving on, I just hope he treats you right.
And if he don’t I swear I would in any other life.
The other day saw you so I turned and ran away.
All the memories just rushed me, still don’t get why you couldn’t stay.
I know that you don’t love me so please tell me why you’re lying.
I’ve never been this hurt before, are you happy that I’m dying?