Tuesday, July 30, 2013

shells.

from the suburbs
to the cities
the air is
thicker
and smells like
smoke
loud cracks
and pops
and so much more
often
turning the skies
more grey
flashes of light
like a violent
storm
we wish for the children
to collect beautiful
memories
jars with
fireflies
and seashells
but it seems
they will collect
instead
shells of a different kind
and rather than compare
colors
and shapes
they will compare
calibers
and their childlike wonder
will question
where did they
come from
and where did all
those bullets
go
...

Monday, July 22, 2013

gravity.

i saw you again
last night
in a dream
you were just
as beautiful
as you ever were
and i
was just
as ugly
i heard your voice
i could smell you
and i could swear
i saw colors
i don't know where
or when
it was
the only familiar
feeling
was that we were in
the same room
the only thing
that seemed real
was you
but i know better
i told you
that i love you
you tried
but you could not
say it to me
the same 
desperate feeling
i have
all the time
wanting you
needing you
knowing that
i cannot
and never will
have you
again
we never touched
not even one kiss
you smiled
i cried
and as i woke up
alone
all that was real
were the tears
rolling from my eyes
and off of
my chin
...

Wednesday, July 17, 2013

in real time.

someday
the clock will stop
for you and i
and there will be
no more time
we don't
and won't
see it coming
what kind of memories
are we making?
are they
what we want?
we have more to give
than we know
and as we think
of better days
to come
or gone by
we see past
today
right now
to love
is to spend
to hate
is to waste
what are we waiting for?
what will change
tomorrow?
what happened
yesterday
is gone
so
let it be
forgotten
if you have it
if you feel it
then give it
don't be afraid
don't let your words
go unsaid
don't let your love
go unfelt
unshared
our fear
will turn us
to dust
but right now
in this very moment
we live
forever
...

Tuesday, July 9, 2013

seasoning.

blisters heal
into tougher skin
and I believe
that I am stronger
i am not
it tears
and i bleed
not only my hands
and heels
but also
in my head
i realize
that i am broken
far too late
the scars remain
inside
and out
as i wither
into my winter
and my blood slows
i can only hope
for a fertile spring
so i may bloom
again
in my stasis
i am tortured
from the damage
of what i have done
and the guilt
of what i haven't
the years get
shorter
despite
the days growing
longer
questions asked
never answered
and still
tomorrow
becomes
today
...

Monday, July 1, 2013

shy.

you see clear through me
i can feel it
i'm just an outline
a silhouette
what color traces me?
i see a halo around you
i can't help
but to lower my eyes
for a moment
it's just too much
but it's so
beautiful
you're so
beautiful
and your flaws
are flawless
as it should be
i am only smart enough
to see
how stupid i am
but
for some reason
i feel safe
at this moment
because your smile
tells me
my thoughts are pure
there is no smoke
no haze
no mirrors
and as we connect
i am wishing
that this dream
will never end
...