That When I Do You'll Leave

I cut the cord

Said no, I’m done

Joyfully turned the page

 

And that very moment

That the page fell

You called out to me

 

Although I refuse to bend

Again and again you flirt

Proving this not mere coincidence

 

Every fiber of my being begs me to relent

But intuition reasons

No Good in the Bye

A pretty little trinket

To be taken off the shelf

When others are around

 

Your knew that it will sit

Till you put others in its place

 

You want new ones to fill the time

To meet what others think

 

You never thought someone would pick it up

To learn to read the book

 

But not it is my freedom

 

For you were a chapter in my book

And I was merely a line in yours

Timid or Indifferent?

As traces  begin to fade

I begin to doubt the fire

Accept my love unrequited

 

A spark in the dark ignites

A smile that reflects the past

Sends mournful clarity spinning

 

Is this how we’ll spend our time

Dashing between times of joy and sorrow

Craving love in the darkness

 

You say I make you smile

Yet no a smile you spare me

What is this?

A Single Breath of Hope

 

Your mother’s smile

Glances over the wheel

Our fingers intertwined

Or your hands on my hips

Those bright socks

Sprinting through the parking lot

Drunkards falling over

Sparkly Christmas lights

Leaning on pizza pallor bars

A single lost glove

Slow dances, swaying softly

Swing dancing to pop music

Meeting your friends

Showing each other off

Receiving sly smiles

A crushed white rose

A damp dog nose

A crisp eve

Plans for the future

Talks of the past

But End the Night as Friends

A night beyond words

Smiles dance on my lips

As my story unfolds

 

Although our time was short

Each moment simple bliss

They affirmed my silliest dreams

 

But a few questions come to mind

 

Where does it leave us

Could we have filled more time

Will we progress tomorrow

 

We spent the evening lovers

Our finger interlocked

Was All I Really Wanted

Guns raised

Locked and loaded

Hiding behind the corner

Ready to shoot

 

When the white flag was dropped

Completely out of the blue

Old plans thrown out of action

And bitter anger dissolved

 

Although the past not forgotten

Perhaps a sincere unwarranted apology

Our Patchwork Quilt

They don’t stand against you

No

Only for themselves

Their triumphs

Not your needs they see

 

The easiest ways to hide a lie

Is to bury it beneath truth

A little lie

Lost in the sea of reality

Unable to show its colors

 

Maybe these gossamer threads

Hold our universe together

Seamlessly knitting and unknotting

As I Finally Slay the Beast

Who was I kidding

Pretending all was well

When anger rages

 

What did it achieve

Shoving the pain down

Turning blind eyes away

 

Although all teeters on the edge

Time baralles past

Threatening to tip the scale

 

As my world crumbles on all fronts

Your weight is no longer tolerable

From a casual flea to an obtrusive leach

 

I will inform those in the shock wave

Try to exude grace and class

That Our Break Might Come

We never sit content

No we seek for something more

Reaching for unattainable rewards

 

Why do we fight for this?

Pushing us towards tears

For something we’ll never hold

 

To end on top?

But in this day and age

Only chance will take you there

 

The unfortunate truth, although,

Is that hard work must be done

 To stumble upon this opportunity

 

With fingers worn down to bone

We cling to ghostly joy

What do you dream about when you're awake

If you peer

Under dreams of grandeur

A beautiful home filled with children

Passionate love with a compassionate husband

Days spent in a pleasant job

Time augmented with art

 

There you find reality

Bitterly glaring back

A cramped apartment shackled with debt

Settled with an imperfect match

Rushing through meaningless labor

To go home, to chores and exhaustion

 

We put our noses to the grindstone

In our sleepy nine to fives

Searching for the places of our hopes

The man, the children, the job

But all in vain for we are working  still  

A Connection Deep Inside Time Itself

Your wronged me in the past

Yet I forgave

Why

 

You continue to test my hand

Yet still I forgive

Why

 

For love is patient, kind

I take no joy in sorrow

And my love is ineffable

 

A passionate love for humanity

A fondness for the past

Perhaps a desire to tie loose ends

 

A dash of renewed hope

A dream for tomorrow

 

For a good traveling companion is a rare gift

Drifting through boundless space

Sending out gossamer fingers

Searching for others cloaked with raven

 

Some you meet and their touches burn

Others you meet and drift off together

No longer lonely in the void

 

Some pairs come together and break apart

Some despairingly seek their match

Some settle for one less than perfect

 

Grasping blindly at midnight

When our thoughts intertwined

A quick spark illuminates the darkness

 

Dazed by changing tides

We float beyond time itself  

Together in Opaque Warmth

You predict my thoughts before I know them

Anticpate my unspoken needs

Answering silent questions

 

My fears begin to melt away

As we draw closer

Your presence mollifies my heart

 

I dream of our tomorrow

The word we dances on my tongue

I smile as it falls

 

Enchanted by you

I am incorrigible

As a happy damsel

 

Perhaps we’ll float

In blissful haze

Timid To Tip the Scale

How my hand has missed yours

I found myself craving your embrace

To have your smile aimed at me

 

I took a nervous leap

And you stepped up to catch me with open arms

Relief and joy washes over me

 

Although tomorrow is not certain

The future seems bright

Strong and re-growing

 

I don’t’ wish to see eager

Yet my heart soars

I sit in demure silence

And Reopen Old Wounds

I like the way things were

A little frustrated

But happy

 

The time has come

For girls to speak

So I took the jump

 

Now with everything motion

My heart races

Waiting to see the end

 

Will it be good

And solve our problems

Or end poorly

 

The One With the Stronger Will

Yes, every fiber of my body screams

Do it, my heart demands

Please, for me, whispers hope

 

These demands disturb my thoughts

They call history and the spoken word

This is futile they argue

 

Some allies say go for it

Others say don’t you dare

One sees hope, the other pain

 

Act quickly or lose your chance

Or go slow, don’t take risks

Which side wins the battle?

What's the point in having doors in a house made of glass?

Although our paths untwined

To each other we stayed devote  

Perhaps this was meant to be

To avoid future gauche

 

Our connection breaks social norms

Other don’t understand

Our Irrational Magnetism

We draw closer and closer

While looking farther away

How long till we hit

And our forced to acknowledge  

 

When a spoken word comes alive for the first time

Not a lack of thought

Or bitter holding back

 

Some days a happy break

Others weary defeat

 

Craving to say more

Or content with what’s been spoken

 

From some I can draw from

A few I feel full

 

But most leave boredom in their wake

Consumed by their petty lives

 

By waste precious words

On such trivial things

Whether Those of Wisdom, Love or Hate

A set number of words

I give each day

To be taken as they will

 

If by the end of the day

You find an empty tin

Then silence you will receive

 

Please do not grow in anger

For your time will come

When my words for you will flow

 

Each day does not hold

The same type of words

 

Invisible Man

On the trail towards growth

Old pain dug up

And constant echoes ring

 

I never thought they’d come again

Yet the don’t slow me down

Although still catching me off guard

 

More and more as time passes

The ghosts of old actions

Even in places untouched

 

Still reaching with dead hands

To hold to metamorphic life

It falls through opaque fingers

 

It imbues my life with sorrow

Now all that I imbibe

Filling hollow bowels

To The One Who's Always Cherished You

Our love is hoary

Yet you are not ignominious

 

A new idea has come to light

That you grew in six months’ time

To appreciate platonic love

 

Passion rages yes

But we are so young

Innocent to worldly pleasure

 

Yet this is what youth crave

Not available companionship

Or blossoming intellect

 

Maybe a malevolent touch

Or halls of empty silence

Have opened leaden eyes