#blotchedpoetry
frozen in time
I put my hands in the snow
next to my favorite reflection
smiling into the ice as a snapshot was taken
if only we could numb joy
the way we can fingers
perhaps we’d find a way to let it linger
n.a.
Conflict doesn’t scare me as much as peace does
It is a glass angel waiting to fall from grace
-n.a.
Good poetry is like good music
It doesn’t demand your attention
Instead it brings attention to your soul
Everyone wants to be
A shade of gold and silver
While I would rather have
A heart that is opaque
I want when you look at me
To see the faint outline of what is inside
So your brain has to decode
The fuzzy image that lays behind
I’ll show you if you ask,
But first I want you to see
That there is more on the inside
Then what is clear to see
Read me
Inside and outside.
Know my thesis as well as you know my cover.
To those who dont know me describe my font like only you know it;
To those who do, decypher the odd bits that they dont even understand.
Read me inbetween my stanzas,
Between the lines where even though im not saying anything directly.
You still understand me.
Let me be your author.
Read me.
5, 4, 3…
It was five, five before you would find your time had long run out at the end of the line, and with a rushed goodbye be wisked away with both of us wishing that you could stay.
Four, on the floor, as I searched once more, all my studio apartment, for your charging chord. To be the hero one last time; to see that awestruck look in your eyes, and make one last worry dissapear in time
Three, had to be, you and me and he, not allowed to get to close, but still wanting nothing but each others company. Sneaking hand holding in the back of the car, as we shot across distances, however far.
Two, me and you, black and blue, torn up from a day that hell had surely grew, but both of us knowing what yesterday knew. Just how to get through this, when it was just me and you
One. Second to none. A number infinately more than zero, but only by a small sum. The amount of days left together. We will spend it on the run. Or we’ll spend it in the sun. Thinking up all the things we should have done.
Zero, back to five, I wish you didnt have to go. But you’ll miss work and school, I know, I know… But I’ll still be tracing the outline of your silhouette, and I close my eyes as it grows quiet in my head. And I’ll dream of you, come on you stupid sheep. Five four three two one… Sleep.
(A)maze
I dont think I’m alone
I’m just alone in my thoughts
Behind these eyes
Is a maze in which I am lost
But behind your eyes
I see only you
So I’m clawing my way out
To get lost in you
Melted
Our past was as clear as footprints in the snow,
But summer came and they are long past melted.
The memories we have are like castles in the sand,
Till waves came in to reclaim what we built with.
What we had was a log cabin of dreams,
But damn if you didnt love playing with matches.
Our heads were in the clouds and the breeze took us away,
And now were left too seperate to fix this.
Party Prints
Stale soda
Cigarette ash and candle wax
Lingering scents of sweet drinks
and burnt food
The last reminants of strangers
composing themselves as they leave
Scattered confetti
Stained napkins and scattered sharpies
I still have the number you gave me
Cell phones left in the two or threes
Filled with texts and calls
To say they will return to retrieve them
Red cups
Laid like fingerprints across the lawn
Of a wonderful night
Now long gone
Bite my tongue
Should of bit my tongue
Held back those words vile,
no matter how badly I wished to say them
Tastes like raw meat
Fulfilling in a sense and sickening
Flesh that fills the mouth animalisticaly
Just to be spit out and rot, no sustenance
Only salmonella
Infecting the ears of the target,
Que instinct as we bite and gnash one ‘gainst the other
Words cleverly crafted,
Employed to bite, to tear
What good was this waisted remark
If all our love for another goes to the dogs from it
Bite my tongue
How can you spend all day
Throwing your life to poems and proses
How can you waist your stay?
In a lovely location with your head writing lyrics
Well honestly I can tell you today
I didn’t waist it writing, oh don’t be mistook
To quote what Douglas Adams would say,
It takes much longer, to not write a book
strangers dancing on tongue
twirling with delight
beating to devilish drums
sweet to bitter back to sweet, one two one
no in between — no other routine
here, then there, then here
swift, trodding by air
begging for touch to not
burn this time but to
intertwine and find me at
the bottom of the glass or
your throat
i last cut my hair when you were awake,
when hair hung below my ears but above my shoulders
ive had it grow long for years you have been gone
kept it around for the sake of our fate
an act of self-preservation i thought
or for what now seems as delusion.
ends split,
dead weight remained from the mess i became
i cut it off, like a noose to life
defying the odds
i restore my truth.
a dream is a spiders web
entangling, but a home
each thread a bed for rest
each rest an ungraceful wed,
reminders of sacred times
where reality is on lucks side.
light breaks, such illusions dissipate,
within seconds of awakening the dream is dead
the grasp loosened, the home gone
— and the web is weak filament, almost false,
leaving purpose stranded
with no patience to hold
and its spider noiseless within calamity
the sun danced on Ector street
warming each home and those who roamed
I was only a visitor at the time,
life had wings and flowed with each breeze,
every hope and dream breathed from the concrete — the roots of your home
sun rays gleamed from and at you all at once
we couldn’t see past each beam
blinded by light or love
and we shared it unequally.
we rise and fall like each passing day,
we failed to last our eternity
or perhaps we have just begun—
the sun still dances on Ector street
maybe that is us.
hate never fumed in me as much as it has since i last saw you
dead weeds ripped from my roots and the hate swooped through
transplanted and bloomed all ready to weave around like your noose
it attracts all toxic traits, greed and rage
consuming its prey, there is no dying light only a blinding one
i cannot go gentle, i cannot go at all
rage, rage, there is no good night
only hate eats
and love breathes steadily,
then falls asleep
on your chest
where nothing beats.
poison remains in my eyes
because you’re forever not in sight
but i cut hate’s stem now and again
hoping you’ll revisit and make your amneds
or that this revival will
somehow mend the wounds of hate,
so my soul could breathe again
follow the shadows of the leafless trees
each route a different one
where a new life has sprung.
even in conditions of weariness
the shadows lead to
a place for you
to confide or to lose
everything you ever knew
before stepping foot
in a path never took
“As soon as I said it aloud, my chest caved in and all that was in my heart spilled and created my passage of suffering.”
- c.c // when i said you are gone
you wander through the waves
but your body lays buried
and your philosophy decays
each day you attempt to salvage our moments
where our lips met or cursed
where our hands gripped or stayed loose
and though the past is over and done with
you’ve created waves to crash through my brain
where these moments leak to my mind
giving your philosophy new life
and you remain through the salvaged kisses and moments
until i join you for what is left of our voyage
day breaks into new
for some to fly or fall;
you watch them scatter around trying to find their place in
fields of eight foot sunflowers or treacherous minefields
with their teeth out for the world to see they are happy
or expressionless to keep trespassers away;
you witness the madness in a new day
watching hope play mind games of her own
where sunrise is an imposter for change, and merely a chance for all
either to fly or to fall.