Beautiful.
Thursday, June 28, 2012
Friday, June 15, 2012
I Noticed Them
Staring eyes
Red tint and a watery gloss
Their focus never changes
Fluttered blinks
Thumbs rise to wipe the edges
She keeps catching them before they fall
She knows the routine
She hates that she knows
Loneliness
Pain
Loss
Constant struggle
Still she stares
Afraid to turn the page
And
Afraid of being stuck on it
Friday, June 1, 2012
Try To Make Your First Your Last
If there was more I could say about this, I certainly would. Rarely do I understand why I have flashes of certain words and/or images.
Fortunately, I don't have to.
Fortunately, I don't have to.
Friday, May 25, 2012
If. You. Please.
Stay close
The day is well
On it's way
Full of promise
Not promises
They become empty so quickly
I am here
You should be
Somewhere near me
Waiting for the word
Or
The signal
Or
The sun to rise
Finally
The night is never young
And
The sheets are never cold
And
You are still
My surprising love
My breath is short
Pressure rising
Blood and you
One
In the same
Watching you drip away
Stay close
Please
Because
If you are not within
Arm's reach
Just stay close.
The day is well
On it's way
Full of promise
Not promises
They become empty so quickly
I am here
You should be
Somewhere near me
Waiting for the word
Or
The signal
Or
The sun to rise
Finally
The night is never young
And
The sheets are never cold
And
You are still
My surprising love
My breath is short
Pressure rising
Blood and you
One
In the same
Watching you drip away
Stay close
Please
Because
If you are not within
Arm's reach
Just stay close.
Monday, May 21, 2012
Spent
He doesn't have much
Much that he can give, anyway
But he gives all he can to all he loves
Until they start to feel entitled
They all have moments when they think they deserve his wares
They start to make demands
And set expectations
They forget that his free giving is not without sacrifice
His giving comes at a cost, even though he hands himself out as if it were all surplus
He wears down.
Especially.
Much that he can give, anyway
But he gives all he can to all he loves
Until they start to feel entitled
They all have moments when they think they deserve his wares
They start to make demands
And set expectations
They forget that his free giving is not without sacrifice
His giving comes at a cost, even though he hands himself out as if it were all surplus
He wears down.
Especially.
Thursday, May 10, 2012
Trying to Reach Her
His arms were long
But
His jumps weren't flights
By the time he climbed to high ground
She was too far off in the distance
For anything but a leap of faith
He waved, even though he knew she wouldn't look back
And
Kept holding back his hopes of holding her
But
His jumps weren't flights
By the time he climbed to high ground
She was too far off in the distance
For anything but a leap of faith
He waved, even though he knew she wouldn't look back
And
Kept holding back his hopes of holding her
Tuesday, May 8, 2012
Partial Vision
And they were all ugly to him
He turned his eyes away
Even when it made him look crazy
No one knew his truth
He was full of secrets no ears wanted
Full of life that confused most and frightened the rest
He wore an orange hat
And was mocked by orange faces
Orange because they chose it
Orange because they think it's attractive
Agent of change
Agent orange
He turned his eyes away
Even when it made him look crazy
No one knew his truth
He was full of secrets no ears wanted
Full of life that confused most and frightened the rest
He wore an orange hat
And was mocked by orange faces
Orange because they chose it
Orange because they think it's attractive
Agent of change
Agent orange
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