Poetry
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I am torn on reminders,fueled for this sudden ridepast a station, where you leftyour baggage, your burdenfor me to collect. That mirror, I see allwhere sadness holds handswith a messenger’s light.You are exploringyour path, on that swathwhere plains will find flamefor your expression, while I’ve depleted myselfinto countless grains. What’s left to burn?What’s left to…
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Find a wayfar awayfrom those mountains,where ice let you slip,where avalanchesreminded you of pain. Find another path,see another startin the sunlight.Drift from moonlight,wander downto those docks, seeing a ship float in,welcoming a feelingcoming in, seating it inyour favorite spot. Let love run throughhollow veins, riding on a horsewith summer at its reins. Let tears come…
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Help; I’ve tried to hide.I’ve cried, holding togetherthese hours – all my yearssown together,engraved forever. I am a tragic speckbeneath sand,leaving wishes for skies,leaving words for oceans.Help; I’ve often said,towards immaculate cloudsthat demons can hide. Will feelings returnacross watery veins,along identical lanes?I am, in the moment,another whisper for someoneto never hear, though you kept on,with…
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One lost light.One, believable, in beingdivine, in being.A fatal moment, here in thisgarden of deep regrowth,careless overgrowth.It stretches everywhere,lets me breath warm aironce lungs swallowed tears. Smooth ribbons. Widest giftsin decorations, in flame.Shadows are cast,swelling seconds will last,as tired heads become settledin repeated relief. I am craving another markon this flesh of your flesh.I am…
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Train station.Wait with the onewho fell in lovewith another’s light,someone else’s path.They were lost,They were leftto rust under rain,running on tracksat what they’ve watched. A witness.A clearance,to be taken into that one car,with a dim candleflame.A ghost has been waitingwith silver to its form –a bottomless aperture. It wonders at who entered.It knows to acknowledgea…
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I’ve answered prayersfor myself,in binding myself in ruin,while blinding myself with dust –a rainfall of your departure. What to salvage?Where can I find you,among those heaps?Written paragraphs are heavyin what they hold.Eyes tell more,more in what we notedof each other,in smaller examinations. To fingers that trembled,we held togethereverything that mattered morethan a singular impression.What’s more,in…
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While being trappedin this basement of allyour foundational fixation,I am wondering – to those stars,“what had been your focus?”Your clutter, of memoriesas fossils, made ofportraits and uncovered coffins, as I wonder,“what had been your entertainment?” Who had your smilego gray? Who caused youto come down, with the snow? I am another oneto recede, with all…
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Once moreto see the sun rise,from your darkened eyes.One more timeto hear your heartbeat,in this faded warmth.I am stilled, wondering whenyou will run back,returning to these arms,over again. I am here, waiting at a station,hoping to receive your airflowering at your lips –those petals I’d surely kiss. One more dayto dance in your shadow.One more…
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What threwthis hour into noon?I am facinglong-awaited sunlight,higher in a once-dimming sky.You were there,holding hands with death,sinking to your knees,writing sentimentsin immaculate tearstains. I had been there,letting breath escapethrough an unlocked mouth.Being forced to closea door upon a retreatback inside, back outside,over into kind darkness. I heard you weepingat that fatal exit.I could not tellif…
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To curving winds, carryingall that spilled overboard.Sighs are racingover your neck, mixing witha scent, upon a pairof trembling shoulders. Your innocence, to care forwithin awaited temperature.Your form to be undressedin these shadows,surrounding us, like fallen leaves,like broken-off petals. Is it the shed sunlightthat keeps your smile hesitant?Is it the promise that creeps in,letting you know…
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Disallowance – the face of everythingbecoming senseless distraught.I accompany you, dragging your anchordown bottomless pathways,while you look up. You look upto see the sun, one more reminderthat you should always run. Always running, constantly shunninga potential for truth to quiver your skin.Blessed, to be coming togetheras a united picture, but you are reminding yourselfof what…
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Draft the word,that fatal wordthat landed me in an ocean,tied next to you,or your ghost. Touching space, hovering whereyour place, your gracehad everything, has everythingeven in its emptiness. I am that wounded dove,hanging from its neck,since you left me, to your peace,leaving me in wild pieces. I flick the switch.I hope that light will returnfrom…
Modern Romanticism 