Tag: literature

write for me again

write for me again, baby, will you?

let me know if i should still love you.

write for me again, love.

all my flowers have wilted away,

and the garden of words that we grew

have long died.

write for me again, baby, and maybe this time i’d let myself dance in the rain.

one last time, love.

write for me again.

EV

i saw the storm rolling in,
so i tied my bed posts down.
i heard the thunder
so i shut the blinds to not see the
lightning strikes.
i saw the hurricane before
it even came to be.

that did not mean
i did not dance in the rain, though.
that did not mean
i did not intentionally left my rain boots
to wade deep in the flood.
that did not mean
i did not close my eyes
and let the raindrops wash away
all remnants of the past.

so when the storm is over
i could not say i regret
the aftermath.
i see the debris
and still
i am grateful.

storms pass
but rebirths come only once.

things you know when you’re damaged

I know anchors, heavy chains,
Dead weights.
I know burden.
I know shame.
I know weakness.
I know empty promises
“i’ll be better next time”
“it’ll be different this time around”
I know disappointment.
Mirrors don’t have to tell me much.
I look at hands, at shirts,
I look at thighs, at folds.
I look at space that aren’t supposed to be occupied.
I know excesses
The same way I know deficit.
I know more.
I know mess.
I know less.
Becoming less, and less.
Even less.
I know emptiness.
I know fullness.
I know how to not know
I know knowing.
Existence so keen I can’t keep up
Voids so deep I don’t even want to try.
I know weary.
I know tired.
I know.
I know.

witnesses

the street lamps knew

as do the silent gardens

the empty highway,

the lone, barking dog.

 

they saw

stolen kisses

rejected feelings

a distracted laugh.

 

the sidewalk heard

“can i kiss you?”

the flowers heard

“we shouldn’t do this”

the moon would tell this

to the clouds,

“she’s setting herself up to break”

and the stars would tell this

to the sun,

“and he’s letting her”

 

tonight, though,

another detour

another walk

slowing the shattering

 

“this night would end at some point”

“i wish it wont”

 

stop talking – you’re accelerating my fall.

HIM

he’s an explosion

ticking and ticking

til the night falls

a bomb

of wonders, dreams, lust

ready at the seams

a lit dynamite

spilled gasoline and

a match ready to strike

the sands are at

the bottom

exploding, exploding

he’s silent now

letting 1 AM speak for him

wonders, dreams, lust

frustrations, mistakes, dust

singed skin and

burned flesh.

tomorrow,

an explosion again

come demon

come demon, take my hand tonight
let me dance to the rhythm of the ash
run your hands through my hair
and let me rest my cheek against yours
come demon, take me away tonight
caress my soul and light me on fire
burn me and let my soul scream
i have never felt this alive
come demon, make me cry tonight
let my eyes water red
let grief grip my heart
i am burdened by strength
so come demon, take my courage away
let me lay at your feet weary
let me say “im tired”
come demon, sleep with me tonight
im so lonely deep inside

chasing midnights

sun down, the burst

of orange skies, maybe lilac.

the first star,

twilight, holds the

marathon

 

jaded window panes

of old buses

weary passengers, tired

and dead eyes

i look back at the disappearing

lamp posts

on this highway to another truth

 

i breathe the city air

acrid and acid

lungs burning – this, this is how

i learn to yearn for more

more: oxygen

more: burning

more, more

 

i count lamp posts and

traffic lights ‘til i lose

track of jaded panes

and old buses

‘til i could spell

save me on the street corners

 

here, i chase midnights

an elusive myth of dark tales

and ghostly smiles

here, i chase midnights

my muse, my beau

always beyond what’s true

here, i chase midnights

until the city lights

blind me

until the city lights

fill me

until the city lights

consume me

 

here, i chase midnights

and city lights

and jaded panes on old buses

with tired passengers

here, i chase dead eyes

here, i run

away from the sadness

waiting in my bed

i run

from the truths 6 AM would bring

here, i run

and run

and run

here

 

i let midnights chase me

into sun rise, slowly

chasing the lilac away

then the

burst of orange skies

the last star,

dawn, holds the

funeral

Rosebuds and Rocks

I am walking through my chosen Path / when I passed by the house of Love

I knocked on Love’s door / and the knob turned and turned

“Do I have it wrong?”, I ask / but there was only silence on the other side

So I / went on my way / as the footprints Silence understand

 

I took a wrong turn / down the dark Fate trodden stairs

Smiling at the bottom of a pit / Love offered a hand

“I thought You weren’t there,” I say / but there was only smile and smoke

So I sat in silence / Let Love sit in with me / as unreasonable my Choices understand

 

I climbed out by myself slashes and shattered / Pieces pressure-pressed into Possibilities

when

I saw Love, beautiful and lone / and this time, I offered myself

“Why do you try?,” Love asked / but there was only Present and Future in our hands

So I / held Love close while I still can / as Abandonment cold sheets will soon understand

 

I finally settled at the end of my Path, strange, changed / and I welcome the visitors from my journey

Fate stood in the door way  and Choices perched on the chair / Future looked out the window

As Present held Past’s hand / Abandonment touched the dusty plates

the Pieces silent across untouched sheets / Possibilities picked the broken glass

“Why?,” I ask / as Love poured scalding Hope into my chalice soul

 

“Oh darling, darling,” a twinkling laugh / “Just write the damn Poem. Isn’t the sky beautiful tonight?”.

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