Sometimes the greatest poetry…
Rage, silent storm;
Is the absence of any.
The quiet, heavy ladled
Only over the story..
You would tell, but refuse.
Respect me, or I will blow your memory like dust into the wind.
You do not deserve any acknowledgment from my breath.
your existence sparks my heart
i ache for your embrace, the way we slid into nothingness
silence except for my shivering, the cold biting through my coat
you leaned over, speaking
then you stopped talking and i stopped listening,
you were curled over me, then you pulled me onto you as we breathed and i followed your lead, my fingers curved onto your chest, the memory eludes me, hazy at best
i remember your lips
and your teeth, and your breath
i wish i could feel it again and again
but memories will have to do until we are both
healed and ready
What kind of life is this
I face the sunlight, cooling winds
The flowers bend, velvet petals
Floating laughter, joyful wells
Even when the sun is gone…
I discover, endless summer
Warmth to keep the winters
No, it’s fine, don’t let him see you cry
The tears have no meaning but the love-light in your eyes
Blame it on the wind blowing dust into your gaze
Don’t let him know his eyes invade your waking nights and dreaming days
I want to love someone
So that I listen to them talk
Watch their lips move on and on
Hear the waves of sound crash down
Just ‘cause I love the sound
of their voice.
please come safely, quietly home
please still the shrieking in your bones
let me hold your pain and fire, let me feel the lightning in your eyes
allow my heart to bleed
for what’s h u r t i n g y o u i n s i d e
A poem; about an essay; about him
I cannot capture the complexity
Of the galaxies
So I will not give in
To the temptation