Poems
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I’m here, holding ontoleftover scraps of an existenceonce unchanged,once unknown of itsteeming significance.I never cradledwhat went outlike a waking torch,like a weeping infantjust about to facethe circling darkness.I never showed admirationfor the little waysin which life carried itself,always into the winter,always within the summer,while anticipationkept its steady rain.I’m here, dispersing ofthe texture of fallen ash,creeping…
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It’s too stellarto anticipatewhen to fall,when to ever callfor much needed,hopeless help.There’s darknessmaking these shapes,the textures, within thisethereal dreamscape,one I say isn’t a nightmare,while it is.It’s too believable,while it isn’t avoidable,the high to get,the trembling in limbsthat go limp,at the thoughtthat wings replacedthe need.Life becomes a memoryof a grave depictionof my own artof escape, to…
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The rose, the fleshthe moment you decidewhen you will die,you’ll retain the sameasymmetry. You’ll bewhat I can’t ignore,to let plates breakbefore they’re filled.For I cannot keepthis unwanted disguiseof another life,one where my reflectionis always bare,is never there.I cannot go forwardwithout bringing youinto this hole,a state that presents meas the questionto your answer.You’d dig your way…
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It comes backto haunt you,in the white of thisexplicit tragedy.All has gone gray,twisting itselfamong the pathyou followedthis way,the only way.Haven’t had enough,have you? You rewritethe description,obsessing overthose details thatno one remembersbut you.Wide-eyed, helplesswhen the world faltersto understandwhy your wingshave been burned.Your arms are bruised,while your legshave received the stainsof an unbecoming crawlalways backto your safe…
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Hopeful gloom,racing throughall this perpetual doom,holding itself liketeeming desperationon our wrists.We bare scarslike a winter cloak,shaping our errorswith all we find.Hanging high,our eyes, out to dryon a fatal cliffwhere limbs go stiffclimbing up, to worshipwhat never staysin wounded hearts.There’s nothing butthe sun, to set our home,with a chimneypouring out the fogto fracture our sightin seeing…
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The overreaching shadowsdon’t curb the placeof all sounds. They don’tsmear away what lingersas a whisper, a breathgoing wild with the wind.It’s just as all tones,all pitches raised, they neverweather themselves withthe face that I see,the world that I wantto finally disbelieve.You have stayed,like a phantom with itsblinding aura,its structure thatdoesn’t ever crash,even while I amupon…
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Couldn’t you tellwhen it had beenour moment to utteran overdue farewell?We stabbed our hearts,letting us bleed towardsa setting sun.There was enough smokefrom what we burned,enough cinders for a homewhere we never returned.Retreating back inwouldn’t be the way.We can’t go infor one last chanceto come back out,with surrenderto our gaze,with excitementto our touch.Love flew its flag,charted…
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I’ve always known whenwe were fleeing fromever consideringour timeline,the cavernous emptiness,the white-out of ourfollowing feelings.An hour stood still,as we were embracinga different second,and a moment was allwe were hoping for.If just to seeour space, to breathe inwhat we don’t releasetowards the sun,on the run,we’d turn at that edge,to devour what weanticipate.We will always bea terrible…
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A cancelled rainfall.Winter has arrived,to let flakes down.Dropped from a veil,loosened from eyesthat have lost motionfrom shredded sails.I wonder how youreplicate your state,can capture what burnsin your frigid fate.Love will disallow youfrom making that plungeover an inviting cliff,to feel how far youhave bled yourselftowards the sun.But life rewinds youto remember whenyou were screaminginto the rain.This…
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Give me news,let me knowwhen our journeyhas ended.I’ve passed bywhat you’ve built,what you’ve leftto its creaking frame.I have heard it,just I hear yourleaking heart.We’ve given wellenough to the hellwe’ve both endured,but you are choosingto return usto our days,lost in peril.You are losingsight of what weboth were grateful for,putting back the shadeinto the lightof our years…
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We were too lateto find somewhere elseto be moved, to removethe sadness that closedour final chapter.Our fates were heldbefore an early sunrise,while our endingcame too lateafter final matters.You were with methrough only the thin,retreating beyond doorsthat allowed us in.We walled ourselves,choking on the airthat blanketed our flesh,that curtained our eyes.We began to depriveour love of…
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I cannot be oneto receive your mercy.It’s as I’m never oneto deceive you intoeternal stagnation.The truth will hurt,because it will peelback your layers,to keep youfrom going backto your discolored,fort of four walls.There’s always moreto be said. I do not wishto ever be temptedto be the one to concealall you should reveal.You’ll beg for me to…
Modern Romanticism 