Rolling tunnels
Of barreling foam
White fluffy clouds
On sea's surface they perch
Tumbling and crashing down
Over a cluttered water field
Of busy bronzed bodies
Coo's, squeals and laughter
Enveloping the air
And the life guard blows his whistle
Loudly
From high up on his chair
Boss of the beach
Under red and white shade
Summer days
I'm caught in a summer daze
As the burning sun rises
And kisses the bright blue sky
Changing images and shifting shadows
We watch this scene play out
In all different lights
Just as we do life
Figures packed in a row
Like sardines in a can
By afternoon
Disappearing into life's eight
In silence we sit
And we are calm
Just one more two
Amongst the many we wait
To rest our heads
Along with the sun
As it goes to sleep
Behind the earth
Before tomorrow comes
And again so do we
And we will
Thursday, August 16, 2012
Tuesday, August 14, 2012
Failed Judgement
I had never met someone with such great potential yet who was so eternally disappointing.
Sunday, August 12, 2012
Rotten
Nothing about you appeals to me anymore
Your face is hard
Bitter and tainted with lies
Your mood is always somber
You look older than you are
And every inch of you is dying
If not dead already
I'm surprised you've miraculously
Made it this far
And your corpse walks
An empty shell
Searching for a purpose
In this life
Wallowing
In your own filth
Stew in it
Like the old and dirty
Piece of meat that you are
Until you rot
And the stench is so foul
That you disgust yourself
Just as you've disgusted
So many others
Who have come and gone
From your life
In times before
And if you return
To those with the illness
Matched by your own
But enough to ignore
Then I wish you luck
For the insanity that you share
Will eat you both up
In
the
end
Until that day
I can safely say
Your story is grand
Garnished with the most
Putrid of tastes
Blanketing you
From anything more
Than all you've ever known
Or will
And it's no ones fault
But your
very
own
Your face is hard
Bitter and tainted with lies
Your mood is always somber
You look older than you are
And every inch of you is dying
If not dead already
I'm surprised you've miraculously
Made it this far
And your corpse walks
An empty shell
Searching for a purpose
In this life
Wallowing
In your own filth
Stew in it
Like the old and dirty
Piece of meat that you are
Until you rot
And the stench is so foul
That you disgust yourself
Just as you've disgusted
So many others
Who have come and gone
From your life
In times before
And if you return
To those with the illness
Matched by your own
But enough to ignore
Then I wish you luck
For the insanity that you share
Will eat you both up
In
the
end
Until that day
I can safely say
Your story is grand
Garnished with the most
Putrid of tastes
Blanketing you
From anything more
Than all you've ever known
Or will
And it's no ones fault
But your
very
own
Saturday, August 4, 2012
Fleeting Irrelevance
They're fleeting
My words
In and out
Like breaths
Natural
Understated
Sometimes
Exaggerated
Always heartfelt
Honest
And as past
As they once were present
Don't read too much
Into the words I own
Speak and leak
And pour from my soul
Tomorrow will be different
Perhaps they wont exist at all
Words
Just words
My words
Irrelevant
Fleeting
Words
My words
In and out
Like breaths
Natural
Understated
Sometimes
Exaggerated
Always heartfelt
Honest
And as past
As they once were present
Don't read too much
Into the words I own
Speak and leak
And pour from my soul
Tomorrow will be different
Perhaps they wont exist at all
Words
Just words
My words
Irrelevant
Fleeting
Words
Monday, July 30, 2012
Losing Home
It's the smell that filters through my nose
Every time I open the door to enter
That I'll miss most
The scent of being home
Of looking to see if you are too
It's the moments and days you're there
Resting your head on the bed
Waiting for my day to end
So our night can commence
Walking away, the memories will ache
With a hole in my chest
Where you belonged
I found a home
Within your soul
Only you are the one now gone
And I'm left resting my head alone
Waiting for you - knowing that home
Isn't here anymore
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
Ringed Fingers
I’ve sat here so many times with you before
Looked across the table
Mirroring you
Those eyes
Intense as they come
Some days bright
Other days none
I had no need, no desire
To look any further than you
Not up
Nor down
Or from side to side
Missing things
Left and right
Beautiful things
Interesting
Kind
Things my life would be better
Had I seen
With my eyes
Opened
Instead of shut
But inside my bubble
I stayed
Blinded by your games
And the things in you
I thought I saw
Lover’s problems
The idea I had
That I could trust
With normal skies clouding
I was lost in rolling tides
Of butterflies
Sleepless nights
And soft fingers touch
On skin
Mine
Yours
Ours
The fingers of rings
Rings that got lost
Are now dressing fingers
I type you this on
Time to take them back
Gather my things
And continue to ride
Rollercoaster eyes
Tuesday, July 17, 2012
You Should Know
I was crazy happy with you
All those times ago
Rolling in fields
Of concrete tombs
As the sun set
Behind the sea
An ocean of open arms
Giving to us
These moments to hold
In place and time
In frames
And minds
Of memories
Yours and mine
Waves crashing over
One another
As we did
Over sheets
That wrapped
Temporary linen
And nine candles
Lighting us silently
Lovingly
Giving ourselves
To one another
Like the tide
Gives itself to the sea
Until dawn
You gave yourself
To me
And you should know
That you made me
That you made me
Complete
Sunday, July 15, 2012
Black Moth
Black moth
Wears sooted wings
A resistant residue
Of powdered coal
Envelopes your soul
Trodden upon
Turned cold
Where did you go
Will you fly again
Up high in the sky
Mediocre fair
Without wheel of ferris
Candy flossed
A pink you don't know
Or remember
Ever tasting
Shut out
A colorful world
And wings that sing
As dancers do on toes
Kaleidoscope dreams
Moving like the salted sand
Beneath my feet
Smoothly
Hushing
Summer breeze
Unlike winter's breath
With a slow and steady murder
At the chance
Of Autumn's arms
Cradling snug
Around this frame
Tiny. Petite
All still now
Settle the dust
And hand pain
A different hand to hold
Fall in love under trees
Where the butterflies roam
Bound and buried in tar
Black moth you wont do
Don't drape your black cape
Around my wings too
Wears sooted wings
A resistant residue
Of powdered coal
Envelopes your soul
Trodden upon
Turned cold
Where did you go
Will you fly again
Up high in the sky
Mediocre fair
Without wheel of ferris
Candy flossed
A pink you don't know
Or remember
Ever tasting
Shut out
A colorful world
And wings that sing
As dancers do on toes
Kaleidoscope dreams
Moving like the salted sand
Beneath my feet
Smoothly
Hushing
Summer breeze
Unlike winter's breath
With a slow and steady murder
At the chance
Of Autumn's arms
Cradling snug
Around this frame
Tiny. Petite
All still now
Settle the dust
And hand pain
A different hand to hold
Fall in love under trees
Where the butterflies roam
Bound and buried in tar
Black moth you wont do
Don't drape your black cape
Around my wings too
Again, Goodbye.
Vicious
Beastly
Yet kind
In your eyes
Behind the lines
Drafting tales
To tell over and over
Again
Harsh reality
Sinking deeper in
To the trap
We found ourselves
Hiding behind
Captured
Our hearts
And more moments in time
Stopping, stopped
All the air lost
Sipping
Eyes wise
And wide
Over cups
Of chamomile tea
Followed ecstasy
Dreams of a life
Mexican delights
Everything wanted
The answers
Left seeking
We’d sought
And the chance
In us to find
What could be
Blissful and kind
Turned to lies
And fell apart
In the blink
Of my eye
And so begins
Again
Goodbye
Tuesday, May 8, 2012
Infinitely Lost
I was trapped
For years going back
Wandering halls
As dark as night
The tunnel I could see
In front of me
Lonely hallow
Lacking light
No end
No evidence
Or proof of relief
A sign of white
Ready to carry me home
Time kept me stuck
In dreams
I could not shake
Awake
Whispering loneliness
Enveloping my soul
Voice carrying echos
And painful calls
Returning to me
Along empty walls
Bitter boomerang sounds
Drenched in ghostly gowns
Taunting and curling
A fury of cluttered dust
And still I stood
In ice and time
An empty tin
Of broken glass
Bound and tied
Without an ounce
A drop of life to catch
And reel me back in
Dissecting wounds
Gnawing on flesh
The perpetual reminder
Of what would stay
Forever never
And just as I surrender
To the voices that beckon
The begging retired
Luring zombies to bed
I catch a glimpse
Alive
In the depth
Of a knight
Peering beyond
Shining shielded armor
Built to barricade
And house
The frail weed
Growing and then dying within
Bodiless, lifeless limbs
And like fireflies fly
He lit up the whole sky
And handed a world
Of fairytale dreams
Glistening with hope
Pearled oysters delight
And within him I lay
Stay
Infinitely lost
In eyes
Deepest brown
I've ever known
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
Behind Orchids Light
I'm going to lose my cool
Let fly from any control
Left circulating through my veins
This place feels wrong
But right
And I have no idea why
Or what to do about it
It's 6:00am
And the rain is pouring down
Heavy on the tarps
Making a mess of the garbage garden
Waiting on the other side
Of your bedside box
Barred glass still behind orchids light
I look down at you
Eyes half closed
And wonder what
The part that is half open
Can see
Is it me?
Or perhaps your mind is painting
A picture different to this
Is your body draped here on these
White sheets
Heavy in a half slumber
Or are you bound
To another
Who weighs heavy on your heart
Stalking the corridors
Of the home we are trying to build
You're right
These insecurities riddle my soul
With disdaining pressure
And the burden of this load
Feels unbearable to court
And yet the statements sweep
Glide like darts through the air
Because it's all I have left
When I know that I
Have never
And will never
Be enough
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
Mended Hearts
Don't feel sorry for me
I don't
All because I have
What you let go
And more
So much more
Than you'll ever know
Because your heart
Was too selfish
To be selfless with his
I picked up your pieces
The ones you left
Bloody and cold
Sewed them together
And nurtured
Them whole
I thought I'd resent you
For having stories with him
Before I wrote mine
But the memories we create
Are always one of a kind
And now is the time
For us to bathe in the light
Watching our bloom
As we shower in sunshine
And stitch together
A pair of mending hearts
Who found in one another
What we were looking for
From the start
I don't
All because I have
What you let go
And more
So much more
Than you'll ever know
Because your heart
Was too selfish
To be selfless with his
I picked up your pieces
The ones you left
Bloody and cold
Sewed them together
And nurtured
Them whole
I thought I'd resent you
For having stories with him
Before I wrote mine
But the memories we create
Are always one of a kind
And now is the time
For us to bathe in the light
Watching our bloom
As we shower in sunshine
And stitch together
A pair of mending hearts
Who found in one another
What we were looking for
From the start
Monday, April 16, 2012
Checkered Lives
I sat across a table from you
A teeny tiny table
Dressed in red and white checks
And watched the awkward movements
Flinch back and forth between us
Eyes juggling from left to right
Our minds pensive
Confused and exhausted
Who are we?
What do we even mean to each other anyway?
You've been here with her
I know it
But am supposed to find a way
To be okay with being just another
And you find your way
To make me pay for ever being with
The light of another soul
Before you
But there was life before you
And before us, I felt things
Perhaps not the same
As intense, nor real
But still relevant
And I've heard you too many times
Utter her name
Talk to me about her beauty
And wonder
The crazy love of your life
Despite her insanity
And deceptive ways
Maybe she does know you better
Better than me
Better than I ever will
Maybe you're destined
To find each other again
Play happy families
With the one who gets you best
I may know how to push your insides out
To create a light in your fire
That had been long put out
But maybe fate
Ends for you and me there
A crazy couple of months
Of passionate curiosity and lust
And maybe I was only put in your path
To remind you of what could have actually been
What could be
In the arms of another
With someone completely unlike me
You're about to go away
And be within arms reach
Of everything you'd always dreamed of
Don't let me be the girl
To get in the way of who
And what you really need
Or want
Thursday, March 15, 2012
Colored Life
You've colored my life
In such a short amount of time
And I no longer
Want to hide
In layers of black and white
I only wish to dream
Of what is yet to come
And bask in the magic
Fly high in the sky
With lover's colored kite
In such a short amount of time
And I no longer
Want to hide
In layers of black and white
I only wish to dream
Of what is yet to come
And bask in the magic
Fly high in the sky
With lover's colored kite
Amber's Fire
My fingers are alight
Like fire
Energy bursting from within them
Powering through the ends
Like swords of light
Racing time
And challenging heartbeats
You did this
Brought me back to life
And made everything
Feel like electric fireworks
And magnetic tides
Throwing me with incredible force
Towards you
And everything we are becoming
It's the most beautiful flame
I have ever known
And I could sit forever
Hypnotically watching it dance
Twirling energy of light
Richest amber raging
Taunting the dark of night
And removing the blackness
Of an old life
Mine
Along with any of the shadows
That I used to own
Like fire
Energy bursting from within them
Powering through the ends
Like swords of light
Racing time
And challenging heartbeats
You did this
Brought me back to life
And made everything
Feel like electric fireworks
And magnetic tides
Throwing me with incredible force
Towards you
And everything we are becoming
It's the most beautiful flame
I have ever known
And I could sit forever
Hypnotically watching it dance
Twirling energy of light
Richest amber raging
Taunting the dark of night
And removing the blackness
Of an old life
Mine
Along with any of the shadows
That I used to own
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
You - Part 8
And then suddenly
The story I always wanted to tell
All the things I thought I still
Had left to say
Were gone
And so too were the feelings
That helped me create those words
And after every moment spent with you
Who would have thought
That part 8 would be the end
But I'm happy with that
My recently found number 8
Letting go
For something wondrous
And infinitely new
So the reason why
Our story ends at 8
Is because the real meaning
Of infinite love
I found in someone else
Completely unlike you
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
Mexico Dreaming
I cannot sleep
My mind is filled with
Mexican dreams
And taking those four days off
To run away with you
I can't help but wonder
What might happen
If I give into you
And the desires building
Steadily inside of me
I have the potential to fall
Desperately for you
Maybe I already am
Your eyes scare me
In the best
And most beautiful way possible
They're everything I always hoped
That I would find
Everything
And more
Where did you come from?
And how did you find me?
I'm losing myself in you
Completely
I can feel it
But there's not one part of me
That wants it to stop
It's the middle of the night
And I've been staring at
This moonlit room
And you
For what seems like hours on end
You're asleep next to me
And I just want to kiss you
Over and over again
My mind is tangled
In the second sheet
We left on the shelf
When we made your bed tonight
And I just want to be tangled
In it with you too
You made love to me earlier
To the sound of a real record
Playing over on its end
And it was perfect
Now I'm still awake
With all these thoughts
Left circling in my head
And I can't find the off switch
To my minds own soundtrack
You're twitching
Ever so slightly
And I'm wondering what it is
That you're dreaming about
I've never had someone look at me
The way you do
And I've never had so much to learn from someone
Never wanted to
I tried to draw a heart for you
On a window that was half frosted
Half not
And now as I lay
Calmed by the window's blue light
Writing these moments
To keep from this night
Etched into my heart
Waiting for the dawn to come
I am happy
And content
And at one
My mind is filled with
Mexican dreams
And taking those four days off
To run away with you
I can't help but wonder
What might happen
If I give into you
And the desires building
Steadily inside of me
I have the potential to fall
Desperately for you
Maybe I already am
Your eyes scare me
In the best
And most beautiful way possible
They're everything I always hoped
That I would find
Everything
And more
Where did you come from?
And how did you find me?
I'm losing myself in you
Completely
I can feel it
But there's not one part of me
That wants it to stop
It's the middle of the night
And I've been staring at
This moonlit room
And you
For what seems like hours on end
You're asleep next to me
And I just want to kiss you
Over and over again
My mind is tangled
In the second sheet
We left on the shelf
When we made your bed tonight
And I just want to be tangled
In it with you too
You made love to me earlier
To the sound of a real record
Playing over on its end
And it was perfect
Now I'm still awake
With all these thoughts
Left circling in my head
And I can't find the off switch
To my minds own soundtrack
You're twitching
Ever so slightly
And I'm wondering what it is
That you're dreaming about
I've never had someone look at me
The way you do
And I've never had so much to learn from someone
Never wanted to
I tried to draw a heart for you
On a window that was half frosted
Half not
And now as I lay
Calmed by the window's blue light
Writing these moments
To keep from this night
Etched into my heart
Waiting for the dawn to come
I am happy
And content
And at one
Sunday, March 4, 2012
Cafe Cafe
I'm sitting here
Cafe Cafe
Cosy and content
Inside you
Staring at your cup
Green outside
Full of tea
Of the English type
I ordered it
Because you did
The last time
We'd been here
Weather's the same
Sunshine, no rain
And surprise Cafe
It's warm again
Perhaps too warm
In this spot
By the door
Sitting up tall
On this chair
The vents above my head
Blasting a heatwave
Mechanically driven air
It's been such a while
Since I last saw your face
Cafe Cafe
Still my favourite place
And you're always on my mind
No matter what else I find
And I did
Find something
New
But at the end of the day
I still can't walk away
And what does that say
My little Cafe
About you
About me
About us
Cafe Cafe
Cosy and content
Inside you
Staring at your cup
Green outside
Full of tea
Of the English type
I ordered it
Because you did
The last time
We'd been here
Weather's the same
Sunshine, no rain
And surprise Cafe
It's warm again
Perhaps too warm
In this spot
By the door
Sitting up tall
On this chair
The vents above my head
Blasting a heatwave
Mechanically driven air
It's been such a while
Since I last saw your face
Cafe Cafe
Still my favourite place
And you're always on my mind
No matter what else I find
And I did
Find something
New
But at the end of the day
I still can't walk away
And what does that say
My little Cafe
About you
About me
About us
Friday, March 2, 2012
Strokes Of You
I don't need to think when I draw you
My hand is guided by my heart
And my heart knows every stroke
Of every line
That forms your face
Duck Rot
Another morning grey in the city
Cold and uninviting
Not at all displaying the chances
And opportunity bundled beneath its wings
I sit
Silently
Riding the morning bus
B62
Ready to tackle
Another 24
I see you
Large woman waddling
Feet shuffling along
Damp and dirty ground
Here
At this broken down corner
Of this broken down town
And I know
You don't aspire to anything more
For your life
Unlike you
I am so far from home
So out of my comfort zone
But my determination is unfaltered
This body wrapped around
The bones and organs
And rouge saturated insides
Refuses to give in to
The nothingness
You seem to have lost yourself between
And the acceptance
Of a future as a duck
Webbed and stuffed
Inside a scrunched up winter coat
Inside a scrunched up winter coat
That is stained and too small
For the mountain you've become
Pulling yourself along
Stalking the streets
That have been left here to rot
And so may you
Rot along too
If that's what you choose
But I will not
Can not
Refuse to
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