Here so close
In the heavens
On earth
I am not deserving
I am hiding
I am fearing
The most amazing
Thing to shine
Near me
In a darkness
I cast upon
Myself
I know
That one day
Your light will
Run out
On me
Or maybe not
There is so much
I am waiting for
While I lay with you
And bask in your
Self made light
Artificial
But never hot
To the touch
Here so close
Are the answers
That I may not be
Ready for
Willing to see
Believe
Know
Want
But I want you
And so close
I will stay
Until you say
Go away
Words bind us, words break us. Words we create and try to erase have all come to find truth in the fact that in understanding life we make words come alive.
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Monday, July 25, 2011
Remember the promises
You never made
Remember the lies
You never told
Remember the smiles
You never bore
Remember the tears
You never shed
Remember the seconds
You never saw
Remember the people
You never sought
Remember the fights
You never won
Remember the words
You never spoke
Remember the songs
You never heard
Remember the ideas
You never thought
Remember the places
You never found
Remember the time
You never wasted
Remember the wrongs
You never righted
Remember the nights
You never wanted
Remember the feelings
You never had
Remember the books
You never read
Remember the looks
You never forgot
Remember the homes
You never left
Remember the food
You never ate
Remember the memories
You never erased
Remember the conversations
You never finished
Remember this
If nothing else
Remember at least one
You never made
Remember the lies
You never told
Remember the smiles
You never bore
Remember the tears
You never shed
Remember the seconds
You never saw
Remember the people
You never sought
Remember the fights
You never won
Remember the words
You never spoke
Remember the songs
You never heard
Remember the ideas
You never thought
Remember the places
You never found
Remember the time
You never wasted
Remember the wrongs
You never righted
Remember the nights
You never wanted
Remember the feelings
You never had
Remember the books
You never read
Remember the looks
You never forgot
Remember the homes
You never left
Remember the food
You never ate
Remember the memories
You never erased
Remember the conversations
You never finished
Remember this
If nothing else
Remember at least one
I'd like to say
My heart doesn't
Hang heavy
With feelings
Memories
Smiles
I've captured
From you
I'd like to say
My mind doesn't
Wander far off
Into possibilities
Day dreams
Visions
I've seen
You in
I'd like to say
My stomach doesn't
Feel tight
Twisted
Knotted
When I've
Touched you
I'd like to say
My breath doesn't
Leave me when
I see you
I talk to you
I kiss you
And I just know
I am not the
Only one
Who'd like to ponder
Just a few months more
Before saying
I'd like to say
I love you
My heart doesn't
Hang heavy
With feelings
Memories
Smiles
I've captured
From you
I'd like to say
My mind doesn't
Wander far off
Into possibilities
Day dreams
Visions
I've seen
You in
I'd like to say
My stomach doesn't
Feel tight
Twisted
Knotted
When I've
Touched you
I'd like to say
My breath doesn't
Leave me when
I see you
I talk to you
I kiss you
And I just know
I am not the
Only one
Who'd like to ponder
Just a few months more
Before saying
I'd like to say
I love you
An ugly ephinay
There's a slight tilt in the wind today. My heart and chest constrict blood just a second later than necessary before it flows out. You never really feel death coming at you, you never really know death is walking around waiting for your chest to stop. For your mind to go blank, for your eyes to shut. And the wind, it surrounds you in this air field of your own reality. Sometimes the wind is soft and cooling or warming, knowing what you need. Other times it's crushing and forceful, trying to get you to curl up and give in. Today the wind blew over my tightened chest making it easy to break. One touch and it would shatter to a million pieces. A mess all over the ground being picked up and carried away by the wind. Dust in the wind, dust of the deceased. There in the air it would all just blend in again. Matter from matter. I am trying hard to keep my chest intact but every breath feels like I am going to burst right out. Everything collecting inside the cavity of vitalizes. Boom. An array of red confetti falling back down on me. Release of infinite pressure, a confinement that could only have a running down clock. And today the wind feels sharper then ever.
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