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Blue eyes and wasted timeSwaying to and fro
like a newborn doe,
and straining pillars of flesh
under the weight of butterflies.
Partiality permeates the air,
but we're still so young and naive.
Fingers dragged across a soft piece of marble,
of one the world would surely marvel.
A piece of art,
a fragile heart.
Something will spawn and manifest
with a bottle of whiskey against my chest.
Oh, the spirits that we consumed,
and the bodies that should have never been exhumed,
and all the while,
I became one of them too.
It's not love
it's a sexual act lacking substance,
but it's still substance abuse to me.
An alcoholics duet.Take the void,
take the noise,
take everything that reminds me of what I destroyed.
Fill in the spaces
that are left between these places
that we've been.
I'm finding traces
of all these faces
etched in my memories.
To infinity, to Atlantis,
to everywhere we danced at,
and the shame that came,
for the acts that I've been blamed.
Where's my rhythm
and my partner,
the music is dying,
this is so much harder.
The drinks that brought us to this brink,
and we blink and struggle to think,
but the glasses clink and our minds just shrink.
The path doesn't matter,
but then again,
neither does the destination.
The Weathered SentinelLike a stone face carved in the cliff side,
eyes always open,
with lungs charred
The constant rain beats him down,
the lightning tears him and sears him,
the wind has left him raw and chilled,
but he still stands,
and his hands
clenched with pain and despair,
once again open to hold and to help,
only for the wounds to show again.
The seething song played,
the words that he will say,
Locked behind pursed lips,
because the ship
into the deep,
where these words he will keep.
The ocean holds secrets like no other,
and that is where the weathered sentinel will find his death.
the truth about growing up
1. It's easier when you don't think.
1. It starts early,
on a cloudy day when you recall
the 'childhood memories' of
two summers ago,
that's when you start your backslide into
2. On the bright side
you won't notice this until you're
good and ripe in age,
so maybe it doesn't matter
3. That tightness in your chest?
The feeling that you're not ready
to take on the rest of your life; it
4. It stews in the pit of your stomach
makes you doubt,
but there will be days when you look back
on the mountains you climbed -
the raging rivers you crossed -
and you'll have a sneaking suspicion you were
more prepared than you thought.
5. There's nothing like your own bed.
6. Laundry will never smell right
without mom's sweat and tears.
But you still have to separate lights from darks,
keep the zippers pulled tight
and the buttons unhooked.
7. There is comfort in your parents' presence.
8. Things change
the future gnaws and rips
Stranger's funeralUnder the clouds
Under the rain
Staring at the coffin
At a stranger's funeral
We're all alone
Feeling the storm
But not the pain
For he's but a stranger
And the graves around us
Are just there
Keeping us company
During this empty moment
LullabyHush, my baby,
Be still, don't cry.
Lay with me
A little while.
Close your eyes,
Slow your breath.
Hear your heart
Inside your chest?
Your heart is strong,
It guides you well.
Be sure to listen
To what it tells.
I hear him now,
Outside the room.
It won't be long,
He'll find us soon.
Now close your eyes,
Slow your breath,
And rest your head
Upon my chest.
CarolineYou loved the fire
of rogues -
imperfect men who shot up
the endings of the day
and drank down
too much beauty.
And like one of them,
you bellied with rebellion,
felt his tense seed
toil where women
and craved his notoriety.
Poor girl -
his verses won the day
and the call of words
was too fickle a lover
for any constant star.
Don't blame yourself -
are more attractive
and all poets are
AliveA ray of hope shines during the
Long restless hours
I keep enduring the task of
Vanquishing the darkness with the
Energy from the depths of my soul
things to tell you before i leave for collegeto mrs hatcher:
i promise that one day i will write that poem you asked me for
(the only thing you ever asked me for)
and i will finally tell you that you deserve
so much more.
to mr. walker:
i promise that i will not pity you.
i promise that i will not envy you.
i promise that you will always be part of my forget-me-nots and marigolds.
i promise to always be grateful.
i promise to be careful.
i promise to be crazy.
i promise that i will remember what it feels like to be needed
and what it feels like to let someone who needs you down.
i promise that i will never resent you for asking for help
and that i will always be there when you do.
i promise that even sixty years from now,
i will not be surprised to find a letter from you in my mailbox.
i promise to always remember what it felt like to be young and crazy with you,
how scared and lonely we were.
i will remember that we both survived it,
and that we'll survive this, too.
To the Boy Who Likes PoetryHe was a maze of metaphors
but she didn't mind
getting lost in him
olivearmies march in time,
shouting and stamping
into Vietnam swamps
with booming voices
and dirty boots.
a soldier can't keep up,
falls to the side in tall jungle grass
and vomits out his homesickness
into the damp shrubs.
while the American girl
giggles and taps her nails
on the grimy paint of the bar,
chewing the toothpick
of her martini.
outsides, leaves curl into mulch,
and summer shrivels
like a rotting pea pod.
Close.Maybe I could slip back into your heart,
the way I slipped in between your thighs.
Maybe I could hold you again,
but it will be to my surprise.
I am always here,
trying to show you my heart,
but then I hide it well,
out of fear you would tear it apart.
I try to show you how things could be,
through sacrifice and giving,
but if you were not in my life,
then it would hardly be worth living.
If you knew I wrote this now,
you would never want to see me again,
I cannot help the way that I feel,
but I know that I am just a friend.
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