Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Written on a Tissue

I hope your throat is
Dry
From Pills
You had to swallow,
Words you never spoke.
I hope your eyes
Burn
In distant memories
Cut into your cranium.
I hope your neck
Breaks
From all the weight
A pendulum on a chain.
I fell on
Broken ankles;
Shattered dreams,
Broken by
Words.
Pity releases,
Pain resides.

Flicker

Fireflies on silk,
Smoke-filled memories from
Decades before you
Took innocence's
Quivering hands,
Creating pathways
Of flickering light.

Thursday, April 21, 2011

Dot your I's and cross your fingers

A Pendulum
Dangles
From hopeless rope.
Knots form in
Twisted Fingers,
Laced
With vindictive intentions.
I fell
To my knees
Choking on your daydreams.
My swollen ankles and
Your clammy-fisted hands.
I hope to forget.

Saturday, February 26, 2011

Black Hole

Lost in thought
I drift with a
Red Balloon
Through the clouds
Of your conscience.

Passing memories
On my journey,
I water the forest
With fresh tears.
Remarking how beautiful
Trees
Look when they
Regrow.

You used to tell me
I’d become nothing.
That I won’t do it,
I can’t imagine it;
That the world is
Too cruel for
Uninspired ventures.

You shoot me.
Bust my bubble.
I fall into the
Weak hands of
A distressed Earth.

She catches my heart
As it falls from
Sleeves
Breaking as it drops.

No one saw me fall.

As it should be.

I’d spend
A lifetime
Lost so deep in
Thought
That the whole world could
Search
For centuries
And never find my tracks.

Sucked into
A self-created
Blackhole.
I cannot measure up
Or down.

Is it too deep to escape?
There must not be sunshine
In my cavern of flesh and bone.

Friday, February 25, 2011

and What of Destiny?

What if
I come back -
what if I circle the world,
and find your door again
to see it empty?

What if our destiny
is to watch from opposite ends,
the flooding, burning canyon
of more miles
than I care to name,
reaching
through the air,
shouting over the
roar of a world
whose people demand you
and whose frozen borders
drag me by the feet?

are we
worth resisting
the momentum
of the turning earth?
will you even want to try
, or are faded photographs
folded into pockets
the best we can do?

don't answer, yet.

don't answer at all.

Thursday, February 24, 2011

For Development

Laying in his arms,
The world was still.

Ages could wrap
Around
Our leathered hides.

We live for a second;
This ultimatum.
With neon superficiality
And god-less
Flesh pleasures;

Our hearts

In comatose.

Days flicker,
Filtered through
Rose-toned slides.

Light reacts with our
Silver linings,

Revealing our
Darkest
Undertones.

Thursday, January 27, 2011

Eternity



Never enough
Time.
I sat here
Waiting
As you withered
Away.
Sands trickling down.
Each grain weighs heavier
On my forbidden heart.
I cannot
Become your sullen
Romancer.
Image without a form.
You were my soldier of steel,
Destruction Destroyer.
Never again.
"Be my life, my eternity".
You crushed the ice castle
Within My heart.
I stay now.
Hold hands
With love everlasting.
As time
Sets with decay.