Tag Archives: poetry

blue skies

I made a promise to myself this year

Dissecting ice cells

stem by stem

Removing the doubt

I made a promise to my heart

Wrapped it in teflon

Pushed up my sleeves

Saluting a new start

If I ever get the chance to tell you

I will

If I  get within two feet

Hold still…

Stay still

This might hurt a little

I made a promise to myself this year

Resulting in severed limbs

Discolored skin

Eyes shut to my has-been

I made a promise to the world

Removing the scattered fringe

Abstract stains

And stolen parts

Releasing  broken bones

Mended by chosen sparks

I ran away with the circus today…

I gave them all of my new promises

When they told me to stay away

The world wasn’t ready to see me shine

Sublime measures

Alternate universe

Of crime

Sitting in front of borrowed time

I made a promise to myself this year

All of the above don’t mean a damn thing

With its passive breaks

Selective punctuation

Shift, Return

Dripping in fear

Only here

And now

Makes sense

Breathing in present tense

Sealed tight

Worn ripe

Basking in a sky full of newness.

secret keeper

She kept her heart tied up in the cellar

I’d visit

From time to time

Laying kisses on the palpitating thrusts

Signs of life

Reaching from her insides

Left out

But locked away

Exposed

But left to fray

She kept her mind sealed up in the attic

I’d visit

Occasionally

Rubbing temples no longer connected to her entity

Cries of strife

Poured out

Left over from

From her past life

The day she asked me to stay

There was a little box inside her hands

“Open it”

She said

In a breath so sweet

I had instant cavities

“Open it”

She said

Before I fully took off the top of the box

Revealing the key beneath the lid

She threw her arms around my neck

Whispering…

“It might be the last thing I’ll regret.”

same page

Life moves on
Even when you’re standing still
Hope dies
So lies develop in your mind
Kicking you forward towards doors
You’re not ready to walk through
Keeping you from staring at that picture on the wall of the two of you
Back when your face in her head
defined love too
She’s “happy you’re not together”
As are you
As are you?
More lies.
Or not.
The truth is buried beneath
Every little fragile part of me
Digging at the chance of getting hurt
So we’ll just leave the past
In the dirt
There’s another rabbit
Wearing your favorite top hat
I can’t compete with that
Smiles camouflage frowns
Fresh flesh helps in calming down
Newness keeps the doctor away
Things are better today
I’m totally…
Ok
More lies
It’s safer this way.

this is how we fall

Too young to know better
Too old to dream
Jaded by anger dismayed by the steep
Hill laid out to climb
Soaked in time muddled
Diluted in teardrops
Blended with her mind’s eye
This is how we fall
Head over heels
With our backs against the wall
Transmitting wavelengths
Throats heavy
Knees buried
Deep under straining for the crawl
This is how we fly
With our wings
Plucked from our sides
Cement thrown over faces
Searching for new heights
New flights
Turn into new fights
My sight
Made clear
To steer

In the other direction.

hello goodbye

Sometimes there’s nothing to say.

When words become repetitive, and emotion disregarded…

All bets are off.

But I knew this already. What exactly did I expect to be different this time around? Minus titles, minus commitment…how could I have ever expected there to be any more…care…than when those elements existed?

Sometimes there’s nothing to do.

When actions are repeated and feelings hollow hearted…

I’m tired of the game.

I’m tired of trying to be the bigger person only to have the effort thrown back in my face.

I remember…

Laughter, talking, smiles, support.

I remember…

Wanting, aching, comfort, passion.

She remembers…

Sadness, hurt, pain, and remorse.

If only we remembered the same things…

About our yesterday.

But today…

Today I will not be an emotional punching bag…for that which can’t be forgotten. I will not be a filler for the days in-between. I will not paint her reflection gold while mine is banished in black…

Pushed farther and farther back.

I am bright and I am new.

I am worth worlds more than a few empty “How are yous.”

I am retiring this imaginary state of bliss. Ridding myself of the misery that might or might not be our very last kiss…

I will fight, I will vehemently push through..

Walking forward with only the memory of what I once knew.

escape from inside

What if the thing you loved most caused the most pain?

Do you rip it off like a band-aid

and hasten the race

to rid of the stains.

What if the thing you loved most had a twin?

Relaying sin upon the spin

of love and life from within

at the depth of your threshold…

where all good things come to an end.

red rain

It’s pouring thick…liquid heat

I’m dancing on clouds and breathing in aubergine

The blood is hot, boiling over
Charring cinder blocks

Dividing up the best of me

At least…

What’s left of me

I won’t make it easy
And you won’t stop

You

Won’t

Give up

It’s pouring flames in Italia

And it won’t let up

I’m dreaming
In surround sound

And

I don’t want it to stop.