Saturday, October 29, 2016

wendy

there are days
i want to hug her

console her from
the water
and the rain

there are days
i want to be her

imitate her in
her drama
and her pain

there are times
i want to see her

bright eyes
defying
the storms

there are times
i want to know her

dim mind
defining
the norm

wendy
defile my spirit
with what's left
of your face

the saving grace
will be mine

(sign)




picture prompt from bliss morgan's _nightmare fuel_ series
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Wednesday, October 26, 2016

comfort words

it all comes down to
what you want
me to say

and i don't know 
what that is

time after time
i ask you
what you wish
i would say

and flowers
and spirals
and daydreams
fall out of your mouth

with scary and abrupt urgency

and you comfort yourself
with the words
that easily come
to mind

(not my mind, unfortunately)

how can you
be in love with
this club footed fool

that stumbles over
vowels and cripples
consonants in a path of
articulate destruction?

how can i show you
that what's in my heart
and what comes from your mouth

are veritably the same animal?

there are ideas trapped
deep within
my inconsistencies

travel as you please
and you'll see

there's no mystery to me
but in your eyes







Monday, October 24, 2016

unknown

only remembered
when needed

only touched
when seeded

only seen
when required

only heard
when desired

only known
when wanted

until then
nothing started

nothing gained

(refrain)